Divine

Short Fiction

Divine

I always used to think sentiments were superficial. A couple hugging, a baby crying- all displays, none real. But that moment, at that...

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Checkmate

Johnson's eyes darted across the room. He spotted a middle-aged blonde, a teenager wearing bright, purple lipstick and a black young man...

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Rocks and Cameras

Then, in a wine soaked haze, I realize what the worst part about this is.We are always on guard against the men in the streets. The ones...

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Rebecca

The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed...

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The March on Washington

“Call her.” Bo steers their late model Buick into the dirt driveway with one hand and flicks her Camel out the window with the other...

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TRAFFIC

I was dumber than shit when Big C started talking to me. Don’t know what I was thinking, guess I kinda liked the attention from the new...

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Beyond the Finish Line

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within,...

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Here Inside the Mirror

There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore,...

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Hazel

Hazel Byorum’s face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung...

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Secrets Between Sisters

“Don’t worry Beth. Your secret is safe with me. No one ever will ever find out what happened back then. We are the last two who know,...

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Fruitful

Patricia coasts through her suburban streets. She waves to pigtailed neighbor children who stand in front of daffodils and golden...

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Good Vibrations

Wandering the first few rows, she tried to act natural, as if she perused such stores all the time. She thought of her parents, who did...

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I Love You Daddy

“He has about six quality months left.” “And then?” “Hmm . . . would you like a glass of water?” “No. What then?” “He...

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Cutting Away the Pain *trigger warning*

“I would totally marry the lead singer. Dude is hot,” says Aimee. “I’d marry the lead guitarist. The lead singer is overrated,” I...

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Grace

I knew for weeks before he finally told her. His teeth gave him away. I’d never seen them before, then one day there they were. Every...

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Dark and Stormy Night

It was summer when he finally showed up. Larry worked the night shift then, and Nicole was still a baby. Gina was at the kitchen window...

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This is Why

I crumple on the exam table, feeling small and dusty like a battered moth. Eventually, the grease on my body began to congeal after days of...

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Growing Pains

My name is unimportant. I am twelve years of age. Today, I am to become a woman. I must submit to tradition; endure humiliation and pain at...

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Step Nine

How shrewd of him to corner her at work since there was no door to slam in his face; she shared a space with four other women, but how...

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Muslim Time

This would soon be over praise Allah. It had been quite the ordeal for him and his family ever since he and his daughter had built that...

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Special, Baby

I liked his calloused hands running over the smooth skin on my back, us standing there, me in my thong that he bought for me and a pair of...

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Unborn

Maja’s hair was a black curtain. Like a child, she imagined it protected her as she sat on the train, her hand cupped over her stomach....

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Clearing the Air in the Friend Zone

He was Romanian, and I was smitten. A junior. Joint majoring in Linguistics and Psychology, Valentin was anything but ordinary. Quiet and...

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The Titanic Was Huge

Thanksgiving was in the past, and the New Year, as ever, in the future. It was winter in New York, a season for parties. Accompanied by his...

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The Messenger

Brian Gardner parked the BMW in the empty lot. He had never come to the park this late to run but Professor Davis insisted on seeing him...

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The Raw Journey: Rejection at Birth

What is this place?  It’s so dark in here. Where am I?  I can’t move. Am I trapped? I feel confined. I glanced around, swiftly trying...

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