Tag: literary magazine
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WIN: A copy of IP Issue 3 (JAN 2013)
I’d like to invite all of you to join the Winter 2013 IP Giveaway where we will be giving out a FREE COPY of the latest issue of In Parentheses to TWO (2) lucky winners! You can get multiple chances to win by ‘Liking’ us on Facebook, and ‘Following’ us on Twitter! The form is available…
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A Certain Death. Little, But Seemingly Big. – By L. Breen
“Help me,” she said. They were not even sixty seconds out from fucking. He swore he could still feel her hipbones underneath him, undulating with him, still feel her legs pinning his to the mattress, silky, two silky shackles. She must have just shaved, like she knew she was going to meet him tonight, a…
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Love, and All Its Mutations – By L. Breen
On the topic of sex, all that I was told by my mother was that there is a difference between having sex and making love, which, to her credit, turned out to be quite accurate. Others I know were confronted with statistics, Prevention Method B versus Prevention Method C, with Prevention Method A (“The Big…
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The Bell Tower by L. Breen
On cold winter Sundays, between sermons, he liked to climb up to the top of the bell tower. He bundled himself up in his winter gear, always sure to include the matching hat and scarf set that a parishioner had knit for him, and made his way up the old wooden ladder. When he first…
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Skin By L. Breen
As a young child, she spent the summers in Florida with family friends. She was continually overwhelmed by the amount of asphalt she found there, the meeting place for the neighborhood children being the hot black tar pool at the end of the cul-du-sac. Often, in the early mornings, they could find a sheath of…
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Snapshot – Short Story by L. Breen
All of her family photos are amateur in the purest, most endearing sense, characterized by eyes squinted shut and flies shamelessly unzipped, and although the background may change – the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the Lincoln Memorial — the photos come in only two standard compositions: her standing beside her mother and her standing beside…
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Skim Milk and Doorknobs – Short Story by L. Breen
Writer’s Note: An accomplished and eloquent teacher told me that if something is worth writing, it is worth writing until you perfect it, until you believe the story as you believe your own memories. Stories, she said, are where the energy lives inside of us, and our job as writers is to find where that…
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Styrofoam – Short Story by L. Breen
She prefers paper cups to Styrofoam. Styrofoam is too kind on the hands. She always thinks that to hold a Styrofoam cup feels safe, and therefore the liquid inside is at perfect drinking temperature. Only after the initial sip and burnt tongue does she ever find out otherwise. She had done that very thing just…
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Autobiography, A Concerto in Three Parts – By L. Breen
I: Rubbernecking To be read with much distrust, as lyrics translated from a dead language. A scene pulled from the depths of a child’s memory. We were packed in the car, driving to somewhere or away from something. Nausea was just setting in or only beginning to wane. The sky was slate gray, indicating some…
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Day 21 – Short Story by L. Breen
He had been slamming his body against the glass pane for nearly an hour before someone came to the window — a boy in search of the afternoon breeze. The fly flew in, seeking a home in which he could spend the final day of his short life expectancy, Day 21. The fly had heard…
