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Vicki Nikolaidis's Writings

Short Story
Toronto Night View
May.06.2010
Tripping over the man’s legs that were stretched over the heating grate in the sidewalk etched many things into my mind about my first trip to Toronto.  Many things have been tucked away for never forgetting.   I had turned the corner carefully because in front of me I was pushing a stroller holding my toddler.  The smoothed out snowy city sidewalk was white...
Greek Chapel
Feb.15.2010
Hold my hand! Tight!" demanded Kerasina of her older cousin, Amber, as they peered determinedly between the rows of statues and ornamented stonework standing silently in memory of the dead.   "Keri, we're going to see our ancestors today," she whispers excitedly to the decidedly less excited child.  Kerasina answers not one word in reply. ...
Goddess (Stained Glass Design)
Feb.15.2010
                                                                            Atlantis 3500 BCE / Atlanta 2000 CE Two young women, one born on the ancient cosmopolitan Minoan island of Atlantis, one in contemporary politically-charged Atlanta, Georgia, might seem to have little in common.  However both are guided by the profound power of the Creatress, and find...
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Taking the long view.
Jan.28.2010
Middle Age Stresses Marriage  -  What to Do?  -  Leave, Stay, Think, Feel?  As I headed out to the balcony with fresh ice tea I could hear them frantically whispering, their slender butts at the edge of their wicker chairs, their heads practically knocking together.             "I thought this would be a great time for an afternoon glass of icy cold tea,...
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Jan.26.2010
http://sixsentences.ning.com
Loneliness is the most exhausting emotion of existence, yet the most rewarding when the search has ended; when loneliness is shed in the twinkle of a second and bliss consummated becomes its replacement. I have read the sky story of human loneliness in the valleys between the stars. Each valley defines the length and depth of the time and distance between lovers...
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Greetings from Iowa
Jan.22.2010
Talkin' About the Future of Iowa Farming   "Life is a Preparation for Death."  Principle of Zoroastrianism Barely awake, that's how Nathan remembered his little sister, his face muscles almost formed the shadow of his former joyful smile but the moment passed in a quick flicker of time. In her summer shortie pj's, Janie would shuffle down the steep...
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Dec.17.2009
6 Sentences blog on ning
Here is my European answer to the excellently American “OVER A HAMBURGER” prose poem at Bukowski’s basement.   http://bukowskisbasement.blogspot.com/ Friday night, Date night, Year 2009 A couple of minutes before their Friday evening date, she tosses on a clean blouse, brushes her hair back to catch it up in a quick twist and adds a bit of color to her lips....
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Clean and Observe
Nov.25.2009
            The child stared into the ashtray.  She wondered what she should do.  She could not continue her methodical cleaning of the sparsely furnished dilapidated room until her dilemma was solved. The room contained an oval hand braided rag rug over a shiny painted brown floor.  Both had to be well swept with the electric vacuum sweeper regardless if there...
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Mini Sixes/Baby Sixing
Oct.27.2009
6 Sentences and perhaps Smith Magazine
 Six Sentences can make quite a story and so can Six Words . . .   First.   "Thunderstorm. Lightening. Flat tire. Bad day." Now this tells a story.    Second.   "Treehouse building children chat among figs." This tells a story but a bit weak.   Third. "Peacetime war, democratic tyranny. living dead." (I was having...
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Heart's Knowledge
Oct.15.2009
Hint Fiction - Telling a story in 25 words or less.           Childhood Trilogy  Handsome is as Handsome Does  Blonde, blue eyed, movie star handsome.  A smile that charms every lady.  Nice teeth.  Until he lost two.  Her husband knocked them out.    Care for a Kool?  Father smokes a cigarette.  The house feels empty because Mother...