THE SMARTIE by R. H. Nicholson

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     Professor Elias McCracken bound through the door of his mint green Victorian home, his arms full of books, his briefcase bursting with ungraded essays, his trench coat flapping, tamping his shoes on the...

SHE DESERVED TO DIE by Nicola Vallera

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Ms. Calidor, 87 years old, was a lovely person. Apart from an innate hate for bugs—that she saw as plant enemies—she badmouthed nobody, and she wouldn’t say no if you needed help. Some people...

PARK PEOPLE by Thomas Belton

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“You can neither lie to a neighborhood park, nor reason with it. Jane Jacobs Most people may use the city parks to wander through for an hour or more, to read a book or walk the...

DINNER DATE by Britton Griffin

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            Jacob rounded the corner as the rain covered the city. His mind raced with thoughts as he considered what he was doing. He was to go on a date with one of the...

TRAPPED AND IMAGING (?) A TALKING SEA TURTLE by Janet Mason

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At first, I pretend that I’m not trapped. How could I be? Afterall, I named myself Dick Moby—after that thick book I found floating in the sea which I promptly absorbed into my massive...

SHE WHO HIDES by Tania Gissela

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She Who Hides Every Saturday at 1 A.M., I wake up and drive in the moonlit avenues. It all started with a dream. Behind her was a white car—my white car. She was standing beneath the...

THE BIG GULP by Fernanda Franco

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I stood in front of a poster board while I waited outside. A cherry slushy in a clear cup with the words Big Gulp printed in bubble font staring back at me. I tilted...

HOW DID I BECOME THE BEGGAR by Stephanie Daich

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HOW DID I BECOME THE BEGGAR “Lady, lady, stop ignoring me.” The loud voice from the wheelchair reverberates against the walls, overriding the chatter of people walking the mall. “If I don’t look at him, I...

MARY’S HUSBAND by Nadia Lopez

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It’s been years since I had been at a police station. When you are 60 years old nothing surprises you anymore. I was called to be here as a suspect. It surprises me how...

THE BEGINNING OF THE END by Melissa Welch

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Throwing my clothes into the washer, I slam the door with all the irritation I feel building up and insert the coins.  The whirring lulls me into a false sense of safety and routine....