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July 18, 2010
Eating Habits by =Calyptra is a fun little piece of flash fiction with a bite in only 55 words.
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Literature Text
Garlic, ginger, rosemary, thyme, spinach, tomatoes, a little tabasco. The meat came last.
With a scowl she scooped out the lard with her hand and slopped it onto the floor, before proceeding to grind the mixture. Baba Yaga sighed. She didn't have to watch her weight in the old days.
Humans these days. So unhealthy.
With a scowl she scooped out the lard with her hand and slopped it onto the floor, before proceeding to grind the mixture. Baba Yaga sighed. She didn't have to watch her weight in the old days.
Humans these days. So unhealthy.
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Europe, Twenty-Six
And there, to the west,
was a skeleton
that wasn’t made of bones
and carried no flesh,
stretched taut across the skyline
and motionless, as if taken surprise
by the sudden black of night.
We gazed across the city,
electrified, two small eyes
peering out from the bright skull.
You lifted your arm,
fingers splayed like dark eyelashes
to catch the bright orbs
of streetlights on the horizon
and cupped them in your hand,
like small candles burning,
flickering luminescent in the midnight pupil.
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Modern Magic
The witch Baba Yaga once baked herself bread
out of spiders and liars and red razorwire
that was garnished with flowers from the vaults of the dead,
and sweetened with lye from a child’s funeral pyre.
It was light as the crisp, cracking bones on the fields
and as sharp to the taste as the ash-scattered shards
that were all that remains of the swords and the shields
of the warrior king and his bold bodyguards.
In a chicken leg hovel at the edge of a wood
the witch Baba Yaga licks the dregs from the spoons
that she used to stir soup, spiced and thickened with blood
that the dying ones spilt from their widowing wounds.
But her
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Why the Wind Wails
Why the Wind Wails
Long ago, when gods and demons were more numerous and powerful than today, there lived in one corner of the world a Jaguar.
Now this Jaguar was no ordinary beast, for he grew far larger than others of his kind, until he towered over the greatest trees and began to rival even the smaller mountains. He knew hunger then, for being so large there was no game that could sustain him for long. Ravenous, he left the jungle and trekked north in search of better hunting.
He entered a desert, where at first he found only jackrabbits and the occasional coyote, neither of which was more than a tiny mouthful at a time. Besides which,
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So I'm guessing she avoids America like the plague? 