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One-Way Mirror
By Samantha Dade
QuailBellMagazine.com
So many things I wanted to say, but you seemed so far.
A one-way mirror sees all wrong, but which side am I on? Focus and stay calm. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Forest of Bones
Mild is fifteen when she opens a door under her bed. That first night only the four oldest go down, and only she steps onto the dance floor. She dances until her feet blister, but she she still can’t believe what she’s done. She’s created this world.
What’s more, she did it in her sleep. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Sacred Disco
By Samantha Dade
QuailBellMagazine.com
Disco disco Via Sacra,
Right time, night time- io donna. Pazzo platforms on casa bars a- First time flirt with the angel’s powder, I would have ran to Old St. Patty’s, but The love was there turning tricks- the gold spirits. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
King Manhattan
By Gregg Dotoli
QuailBellMagazine.com
days of gold nights
rich and strange crowned buildings of light Gramercy clubs of hypnotic foyers The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Dust
What is real
is obscured among shadows, cracked through in lines of luminescence at odds with the origin, a crown of rays. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Static and Silence
By Gretchen Gales
@GGalesQuailBell QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: First published on Life in 10 Minutes and Some Talk of You and Me.
I can already hear the groans of those of you that are about to read this—I have always loved country music.
Most people don’t. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Some Enemy Exults
By Dr. M. Leona Godin
@DrMLGodin QuailbellMagazine.com *Editor''s Note: This is a pre-prequel to Dr. Godin's "The Lost Myth of Tiresias's Womanhood" and the prequel to "The Sword of Tiresias" stories.
In that heroic age, when the Immortals mingled and mated with mortals, the lands of Hellas suckled cataracts and chimeras. Wild men led skinny cows and curly-haired sheep over sharp-peaked passes into narrow valleys ruled by river deities, who shrank and overflowed their banks according to their whims. The Cyclopean-walled cities of Argos and Thebes, Athens and Mycenae warred and re-warred. Towards these battles and away drifted the Company of Zeus’s Thunderbolt.
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The Sword of Tiresias
By Dr. M. Leona Godin
@DrMLGodin QuailbellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This is the sequel to "Some Enemy Exults" and the prequel to "The Lost Myth of Tiresias's Womanhood".
He had been in the dark for so long, it had become one endless night. There were no seasons nor living beings here, only these fellow shadow creatures, shuffling and grunting beside him. They were faceless as was he. Torches from somewhere behind them revealed their shapes to be as unpredictable as Proteus, growing large, shrinking small, bulging around great curved boulders and slipping into even blacker crevices than was the ever present black crevice in which they dwelt.
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Dooms Day Clock
By Gregg Dotoli
QuailBellMagazine.com
sow that seed
we pawned paradise like a sick species destroying our life line |