Monthly Archives: January 2012

‘A Burn For A Burn:Part Two’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

II I walked into the room as Butch finished sewing The Doctor’s wounded shoulder; he then splashed the bloody stitches with bourbon, and took a sip himself. The Doctor winced with pain, snatched the bottle from Butch, and took a … Continue reading

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‘A Burn For A Burn:Part One’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I We reached the lodge at dawn. The darkness of the night faded into a bluish hue, with the sun not quite up, but its effect visible. The thick smoke and blazing flames we witnessed by the horizon as we … Continue reading

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‘The Glass Factory:Part Two’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

II It started to rain outside the abandoned glass factory, the wind howled like a rabid wolf to an invisible moon. Steve Miller and The Painter stood quivering side by side in front of Butch The Butcher, staring down the … Continue reading

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‘The Glass Factory:Part One’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I Butch drove a classic Chevy Bel Air, one of those old school convertibles, pitch black in color. The car was illegal of course, no one was allowed to own a private vehicle in the city, but Butch told me … Continue reading

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‘Meeting Mr. B. B. Malvern:C.A.M. Experiment’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

It was Blue. My mind was booming, millions of chaotic images bombarding in there. Bolts of lightning ran under my skin all over my body, it felt as if I was shrinking. Mary was there, she was right next to … Continue reading

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‘Creekwell to Engenton, And Back’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Some uncountable years ago, a mass suicide took place in Creekwell City. Almost fifty men and women marched towards St. Mark’s Square not from a specific destination, but it was said that they seemed to have flooded from all around. … Continue reading

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