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  • New author, book and genre! I used to shy away from science fiction, seeing it as unrealistic and just plain boring. Isaac Asimov (you might have heard of him) says otherwise. With 90 sci-fi ...
    Posted Feb 26, 2016, 4:24 PM by Noa Shmueli
  • My Stories - new column added! Sorry for not posting for so, so long, but I'm back - with a new, exciting column that contains most of my short stories and (sometime soon) poetry. I'll ...
    Posted Feb 25, 2016, 4:42 AM by Noa Shmueli
  • The Bum Series No, it isn't April Fools. There is actually a series on butts! Have fun checking out the new review on The Day My Bum Went Psycho
    Posted Feb 26, 2016, 12:10 AM by Noa Shmueli
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Recent Stories

  • Updates of my writing - feedback and constructive criticism are very much appreciated!
  • The Tale of the Negative X “Grandpa, tell me a story,” begged the little boy, toddling up to him with outstretched, pudgy arms. The old man reluctantly bent down from his worn chair and took the boy into his arms. Both the man and the armchair were old, and faded - so faded, in fact, that when the man shut his curiously bright eyes, nearly no one could distinguish man from chair. The man’s earthy smell had seeped deep into the folds of the armchair, marking it eternally. Man and chair seemed to have grown into each other, become each other - often, they both were still and silent, listening intently. For what, no one knew.At the time, however, the old man was rubbing his eyes ...
    Posted Feb 26, 2016, 10:52 PM by Noa Shmueli
  • Mr President Angus Hied felt his way into the plush chair gingerly, slipping into the dent where equally-uncomfortable guests had applied their considerable weight. “The next president, sir, you really must make a decision concerning the lawsuit! The press is all over the issue - everyone’s demanding a reaction, a decision of some sort.” Flustered, he glanced at the president’s chubby face, reflected unflatteringly in the polished depths of the lacquered coffee table. Hied leaned on his elbows. “..Mr President?”The president’s voice rose irritably, his expression unchanged. “Let life run its course, Angus! It’s got me here so far, it’ll keep going even if I don’t make a goddamn decision!” He slammed his hand onto ...
    Posted Feb 26, 2016, 3:53 AM by Noa Shmueli
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Book of the Month

  • April 2016
    Posted Apr 12, 2016, 5:19 AM by Noa Shmueli
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