Author: Garrison Kammer
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Catching Fever
Robert Fever awoke on cold cement feeling like he had been run over by a car. He winced as he sat up. By the shifting light of the naked bulb that swayed above him, Robert saw that he was down in his own basement. Dusty,…
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Jerry and his New Shoes
Heel-toe, heel-toe, thought Jerry as he walked down the sidewalk. His new shoes felt like cinder blocks tied to his feet. They were were shiny and black and rather handsome looking, but it wasn’t until Jerry had gotten home from buying them that he saw…
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Birth of a Solipsist
I was on my lunch break one cold afternoon when I had life-changing realization. It hit me like a spoon that cracks an egg, and my yolk seemed to spill and fill up the world–indeed, become the world. I would apologize to you if you…
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The Cellist
Dimitri stood on a door step in a suburban neighborhood on a quiet Sunday afternoon. He pulled a piece of paper from his tuxedo jacket and checked the numbers on the house, and then checked his watch. He pounded a sinewy fist against the door.…
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Tour De Farce
Emily had always assumed that someday she would grow to be a wise, old woman with refined tastes; as if the knowledge of fine wines and fine arts would simply come with gray hair…
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Scorpion Fable
There once lived a young scorpion Who was always sick from her own poison… Whenever she’d strike with her tail, The back of head would get impaled.