STRANGERS NO MORE by Tara Lynn Marta

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STRANGERS NO MOREBy Tara Lynn Marta Stacey didn’t want much out of life. Just happiness and stability. It wasn’t a lot for a young woman of seventeen to ask for. But living in a two-bedroom...

THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREET by Toni Morgan

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THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREETBy Toni Morgan Homer and Naomi lived in the house on East Orange Street fifty-seven years, forty of them Homer going off to work at the San Pedro docks each...

DEADLY LONELY QUIET WILDERNESS by Lazar Trubman

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DEADLY LONELY QUIET WILDERNESSBy Lazar Trubman  A glade on the hill; on the glade – an old hut. Couple of windows, dilapidated roof, crooked porch crying for a fix. And wilderness for miles on end....

DON’T WANT MUCH by Thomas Elson

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DON’T WANT MUCHby Thomas Elson This story happened over forty years ago, and reforms have eliminated its recurrence. The media would expose it. No one would tolerate it. We are in a new era of...

GOOGLE MAPS by Harry Groome

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GOOGLE MAPSby Harry Groom The Gardiners, along with Roger Anderson and Dorothy Vaux, had gotten hopelessly lost on their way to the party and swore that on the way home they’d use the GPS like...

DEICIDAL SECOND GRADER by Juan Villagomez

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DEICIDAL SECOND GRADERby Juan Fernando Villagomez I never went to church before my first week in Catholic school. The student body attended mass every Friday, and before the first service that year, Sister Juanita talked...

ON THE STAIRS by Alex Lobera

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ON THE STAIRSby Alex Lobera I met him on the stairs. I had never seen him before, and never saw him again. It was unusual to meet him there, because I never met anybody on...

MEADOWS by Whitney Judd

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MEADOWSby Whitney Judd "Lenore, Sing!  Hang your head out the window! Sing! Look, here we are!""We're not there yet, Momma." The girl, still thick and slow with sleep, hung her hand out the window into...

CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff

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CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity that was going on. And there...

ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley

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ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class.  She sighed.  Now came the tricky part."Every Saturday morning at 10:30 in...