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Marvin Shadowland

Joined May 2009.

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It’s a pseudonym. Not a particularly good one, I grant you. But it has two redeeming features, one of which is that I kind of like the “Marvin” part.

I’ve no particular reason to write under a pseudonym. I’m neither famous nor infamous. The stories I plan to write won’t offend or titillate, I don’t think. But I can, so I am.

Too bad about it being so awful.

Stories

  1. Limousine

    Jerry held the railing at the top of the stairs, doubled over and gasping for breath. After several minutes, he stood up and looked about. The city was unremarkable, save for two things. While it was indistinguishable from any other modern city and, in...

  2. The stairs

    Jerry ran. The platform swayed and moved in impossible, incomprehensible ways around the oblivious commuters. The stairs no closer after each stride than they had been before the last. Yellow. A bright yellow, vinyl pocketbook swayed on the arm of a yo...

  3. Four

    On April 4, Adam Shaw trotted lightly down the four steps off his porch and turned left, walking towards the corner of 44th and Quartet streets. At the corner, he ducked into the Four Corner Market where he bought coffee, orange juice, and two donuts f...

  4. The box

    The bank is large and ostentatious: marble facades and room for ten tellers, though only four are occupied this afternoon. There will be a robbery here tomorrow. I’m waiting for the woman who handles safety deposit boxes to take her break. She...

  5. A pleasure

    Jerry let his left foot slide back into the carriage, placing all his weight on his right. He considered his options. He wished he had some. Reluctantly, he reached out to shake Gareth’s hand with great enthusiasm. “A pleasure,” he li...

  6. The train

    “Gareth,” he said. “You were wondering if you knew my name. You didn’t. It’s Gareth.” Jerry had been wondering, but had said nothing. He felt rather than saw or heard another train arrive. The doors opened silently b...

  7. The key

    The bank is large and ostentatious: marble facades and room for ten tellers, though only three are occupied this afternoon. I’m pretending to fill out a deposit slip. The small woman next to me is looking for the key to her safety deposit box. I ...

  8. The commute

    Jerry dashed headlong down the steps, across the platform. He might have fallen onto the tracks, were it not for the train. He might have rushed onto the train, were it not for the doors. Then he was alone on the platform. At the height of rush hour. A...

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