SOMEPLACE WARM by Paul-John Ramos

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SOMEPLACE WARMby Paul-John Ramos   1About every 20 to 30 minutes, I put my hand on the radiators and pipes.  It was usually bedroom radiator on the far right, pipe running down through the bathroom, then...

KAZANTZAKIS AT HOME by Larry Smith

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KAZANTZAKIS AT HOMEby Larry Smith     He was so old that some of the kids said he took the very first shit that ever made the olives grow. Many of the people on the block believed...

A MEETING WITH THE PIG by Carolyn Soyars

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A MEETING WITH THE PIGby Carolyn Soyars Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend...

A FEW DOZEN EGGS by John Wells

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A FEW DOZEN EGGSby John Wells He is standing in the batter’s box in Oriole Park at Camden Yards facing Roger Clemens wearing a Baltimore Orioles uniform. The bases are loaded in the bottom of...

SILVER HORSES REINED IN by Susandale

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SILVER HORSES REINED INBy Susandale Eight p.m., or thereabouts: the usual time for the droves of kids that peeled into the diner,Four Horses, at seven, to peel out.Josh put Reggie in charge of p.m. fries and cokes before he...

AFTER THE MARTYRS by Brenna Carroll

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AFTER THE MARTYRSby Brenna Carroll  Is this blood, or is it wine? Am I damned or am I divine?            The wild wind whistled through her nostrils, warming itself for her lungs, and followed the breath...

OUR SALLY by Ruth Deming

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OUR  SALLYby Ruth Deming  Over the years, The Newman Girls followed the fortunes of their next door neighbors in Shaker Heights, the fashionable suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. It was just their good fortune to live...

REVENGE by George Carlisle

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REVENGEby George Carlisle Jon Corey was my nemesis. He lay sprawled across from me with his arm around Jenny, who was his girl friend.  Jon, my nemesis, was the most hateful senior at St. Bart’s...

HOW YOU RIDE IT! By Dave Barrett

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HOW YOU RIDE IT(Chp. 16 of Gone Alaska)by Dave Barrett       That evening, towards eight o’ clock, Swanson slipped out back and announced a change of plans.     “Haul in the gear!”     He’d startled me and I...

TRADIO by Richard Luftig

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TRADIOby Richard Luftig I stubbed out my tenth Winston of the morning. Thank God we were nearing the end of the show.            “We’re back,” I said, feigning enthusiasm.  “Time for two more calls. You’re on Tradio....