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Gone Now, E. P.
Part-Time Job Or Hell-Dog In Disguise?, Christine Ambrose
Part-Time Job Or Hell-Dog In Disguise?, Christine Ambrose
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A Turn Of The Paige, Eric Evans
A Turn Of The Paige, Eric Evans
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"A god-awful Springsteen song was playing on the CD jukebox as Harrison Conrad sat drinking his beer. His shoulder-length hair was tied back in a ponytail and a week's worth of stubble had accumulated on his face. His subtle good looks had given way to a look of exhaustion and fatigue. He was scanning the headlines of the newspaper when the door to the bar opened and in walked a slightly graying but youthful-looking man. He sat down at the bar a few feet from Harrison and ordered a …
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Heroes On The Shelf, Darwin L. Gardner
A Dream Come True, Drew Mitchell
A Dream Come True, Drew Mitchell
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"What a great day. This was probably the best day of my life. I mean this makes graduation look like a trip to the grocery store and Disney World a neighborhood carnival. Santa Claus was particularly good to me that year and allowed me to charge five tickets for the Sixers/Jazz game on her Visa. However, this was not your ordinary NBA regular season game. This was Julius "Dr. J" Erving's final trip to the Salt Palace in his great career, and my only chance to see my idol …
Bookends, Nathan C. Follet
The Goddess Lies Smouldering, Eric Locastro
The Rape Of Gaea, Elena M. Cambio
Don't Run Under Ground, Kim Rizzo
Don't Run Under Ground, Kim Rizzo
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"WITHIN 30 MINUTES , I was on top of the world. I could see actual life in the world. I could watch the leaves on the trees while they were growing. My eyes were wide open, so as not to miss a thing. I could feel and taste the colors I saw. Purple was fuzzy, red was spicy, and yellow was warm. It seemed like I would never be unhappy again. Time was moving slowly so I could watch everything that was going on."
A Week In The Life Of An Old Man, Tom Frisk
A Week In The Life Of An Old Man, Tom Frisk
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"June 23, 2031
Art came by with the kids today. They'll be here for a week or so. It's nice to have family that cares enough to spend their vacation with an old guy like me. Now I know how my grandmother must have felt when my parents brought Paul, Annette and myself to visit, except we saw her every day."
Year Round, Keith Hahn
Only, Elisabeth Maloney
Only, Elisabeth Maloney
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"It was another summer on Tyler Street. The Finley's baby cried. Mr. Moran galloped a long on his squeaky rocker. Our spaniel moped in the shade. Ice cream could melt down to your elbow before you knew it. After a short rain, Molly and I scuffed outdoors. Momma had urged me, "Take your sister outside, sweetness. Teach her to play that game you love--chili peppers, isn't it?" Her face was suffused with color from the heat of our small kitchen. Her oak-colored hair frizzed at the temples from standing …
The Mayor Of Naples Pier, Deana Battaglioli
Gym Dance, Tom Frisk
Gym Dance, Tom Frisk
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"Two . Three . Four ."
The Gift That Keeps On Giving, Patti Weaver
The Gift That Keeps On Giving, Patti Weaver
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"The day I turned sixteen, my mother gave me some presents I've since forgotten, and an ultimatum I'll never forget. She informed me that I was to begin putting in job applications immediately, and that I was not allowed to get my driver's permit until I had landed that job."
Mcdonald's And Me, Kevin Selbig
My Phony Princess, Kenneth P. Kula
The Dreams Of Verisimilitude, John Sheehan
The Dreams Of Verisimilitude, John Sheehan
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"In varying degrees do we hold the attainment of our goals. To some, ambitions are something to be shunned and avoided, the reasons for which we will allow someone of a greater authority to ponder. Some make a halfhearted attempt at achievement, greater the relief found in the termination of the experience than the despair of failure in the endeavor. Some put forth an honest effort, learning from failure, holding a new perspective, with new talents and abilities. And then there are some who will stop at nothing to …
Vivire, Giovanni Vella
Living, Giovanni Vella
Scenes From A Friendly's Restaurant, Suzanne Bartz
Scenes From A Friendly's Restaurant, Suzanne Bartz
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"Somehow, when you observe people all your life, it becomes a sort of art. Each individual is distinctly different, a mystery within itself. What intrigues me though is looking for their story: where are they going, who are they looking for, what troubles them--the list is endless. If I possessed the ability to look into each person's mind I would block it out. For the whole purpose of observing others is to use your imagination, make up a story, add other characters--there are countless possibilities. Jason, a close friend …
Dreams Weaving, Elena M. Cambio
The Old Catholic Priest, Roger Scalzo
Beat, Laurie L. Barczak
Beat, Laurie L. Barczak
The Angle
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"Two kids drive down Singer Ave. in the middle of the day. They give the rusty old Mustang a bored hug as each dangles a lazy arm out the window."
And No Two Are Ever The Same, Edie Torre
On The Third Day, John Falzone
On The Third Day, John Falzone
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"Coming up, we have the bikini and belly-flop contests," announced the disc jockey with a wave of his hands."
Nature's Haiku, A. D. A.
The Rock, Lisa M. Piccinini
Wish You Were Here, Maryann Connolly
Wish You Were Here, Maryann Connolly
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"Dear Family:
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here to walk the dusty roads with me, and visit the shacks along the way."