Free Verse for The Weekly Knob

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I take a step inside the gun shop,

And my mind wanders back to Sunday family dinners,

Listening to my father’s desperate calls for justice,

Against an enemy whose crime

Was one of complexion.

If only our God had the same name…

Can I help you?

Yes,

Yes, you can.

My dad used to have a shotgun like that long-barrel on the wall.

Can I have it?

What was that?

No.

No, I don’t hunt.

I just want to fill the old wounds in my heart with new ones,

To forget the empty promises of a happy life that never…


This story is cool as a cucumber

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Expulsion from Paradise, painting by James Tissot (c. 1896–1902)

And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

Genesis 2:4–3:24

“My children, I’ve created for you a beautiful garden plenty with trees, with no dearth of food and full of animals to keep you company. I want you to live in peaceful and contented innocence, protected by the shade of the Tree of Life, and sustained by the Fruits of the Earth.”

“Hey, Dad… What…


MICROFICTION

100-Word Story: A tribute to the weird tribe

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Anyone… no… not anyone… This is not anyone, Come in, Over.

Where are you?

You mingled with the rest and we can no longer recognize each other.

You dress like them. You talk like them. You pretend to like the same things.

You pretend to be them because you don’t want them to feel threatened.

Your new colors match shades that won’t hurt their eyes, because if they can’t see you, who will.

You surrender because if you find another alien, the rest will feel trite.

Can you hear me…

Can someone like me hear me, Over.

Author’s Notes: This…


There is only one direction.

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Richard… Ready?

Ready!

back …………………………………………………

……………………………………………………… forth

back …………………………………………………

…………………………………………………… Mommy?

Yes? ……………………………………………..

………………………………………… Do you ever get tired of pushing me?

What was that? ……………………………………….

……………………………… Do you ever get tired? Pushing the swing?

Don’t be silly. I made this swing just for us …………………………..

……………………………………………………. Higher.

Sure? …………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………… HIGHER!

Ready?

Ready, Richard!

…………………………………………………..WooooooooooooW

……………………………………………..

…………………………… This is so much fun!!! I love this old tree swing.

……………………………………………..

……………………………………………… Richard?

Yeah? ………………………………………..

………………… I think we should name her Annie, after your mother.

……………… …………………………………….. …………………….

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Rodolpho Klix (Pexels)

Microfiction for The Friday Fix | Theme: Forget…


“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

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N othing takes the pain away. It’s always the living who suffer the most.

O aths and prayers and meaningless meditation techniques. Nothing works.

R ighteous anger feeds me, but something tells me that isn’t the right word.

T ired of mourning, I waste my days with gossip and sex and people.

H arriet left me a compass before she… Isn’t it supposed to always… Damn…

E very day, I smile and talk small and move my hands in the same way,

A light in the glow of two enormous screens full of numbers.

S omething is wrong. I am…


‘We both know what memories can bring / They bring diamonds and rust.’

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Six Flags (New Orleans, LA) | Jocco’s Mardi Gras Madness

“It’s amazing.”

Tom stood agape at the magnificence of the sight in front of him.

“That’s… something,” said Geordie, standing just a few feet in front of him. There was no plausible explanation for its existence, and still here it was.

He turned to the rest of their company. Aisha and Bill stood motionless, marveling at the sight.

“It can’t be. We were here yesterday. This patch of land was a swamp,” said Bill, and walked next to Geordie.

“This is illogical. Right, Mr. Spock?”

“Affirmative, Commander. And yet, here we are, standing in front of the most magnificent carnival…


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Photo by [[Luis Quintero]] from [[Pexels]]

50-word microfiction | Prompt: Absence and Presence

Thanasis Karavasilis

Thanasis is a professional editor for geek culture companies and publications. He pretends he knows things.

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