THE THRALLS OF THE BLISTERING COLD Jensen Goudeau

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There was was nothing but a frenzied swirl of snow out side of the mouth of the cavern and darkness up ahead from what Cian could tell. The air smelled of mold and rust....

COMFORTING ABODE by Dell R. Lipscomb

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Hinges squealed like the wail of a distressed sprite as the bathroom stall door swung open, its outer edge nearly grazing a young woman standing outside the stall. The woman, dressed in gray slacks...

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 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...

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...

GONE by Alexandria Lahense

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I was never picked first during recess. The girls never put my name on their kiss list. My siblings were all older than me, so we never had a real connection. Hell, my parents...

LITTLE ELEANOR WATTS by Kendra Martin

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I’m gonna get you now. After scoping out the town laundromat for weeks to find the best entrance, Eleanor set her sights on the tiny side window that remained cracked until the store closed at...

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...

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....

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...