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Always Scared, Matthew Day
Drop Your Weapons, Dawn Whited
Forty-Two Minutes, Tom Stockley
A Musing, Dawn Whited
I Cry At Dusk, Matt Avedisian
-10, Again, L. A.M.S.
The Elementalist, Michael A. Skinner
Melt The Cage, Kevin K. Allen
The Cold, Michael A. Skinner
The Power Of The Wind…, Kerry Ivers
Wisdom's Dark Side, Matt Avedisian
The Song Of Everyman, Michael A. Skinner
Ode To Cronshaw, Tom Seitzinger
My First Love, Kristal Kunzer
Boredom Be Gone, Julie Anne Rivers
Full Issue, No Author
The Story Of An American Soldier, Michael E. Mcgraw
The Story Of An American Soldier, Michael E. Mcgraw
The Angle
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"Only a couple of dozen nails to go, and sure enough old Herm, right on time, waddled around the comer of his beat-up neglected house heading towards us. My brother-in-law, Scott, and I knew we would be unable to finish fixing my front porch steps without a visit from my waning but curious neighbor. Even at nine o'clock in the morning, Herm figured it was not too early to spit out a war story, or a chopped up explanation about what we were doing wrong."
Friday At The Dance, Matt Avedisian
Friday At The Dance, Matt Avedisian
The Angle
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"It was 8 o'clock on a Friday night, and into the Holiday Inn trudged Darryl. He really didn't feel up to the task of working this evening, for he had other thoughts on his mind. His landlady had recently raised the rent by a hundred dollars, and Darryl was wondering where the heck he could come up with the extra money. Maybe he should start looking for a second job. Or ask McCloskey for a raise. It wouldn't be an unreasonable demand; he had five good years with the …
The Price, Dolores A. Valentino
The Price, Dolores A. Valentino
The Angle
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"Julia Napoli absently brushed a coil of ebony-colored hair out of her eyes, too absorbed in the letter before her to remove her gaze from the page. Reading over her childish scrawl, she vaguely remembered writing it and noticed the spots where previous teardrops had made the paper bubble and the ink smear."
The Flight, Michael E. Mcgraw
The Voice Tells Me Of The City, Julie Anne Rivers
Tintagel, Christina Pawelczak
The Divorce, Matthew Day
Call Me In The Mourning, Christina Pawelczak
Preliminary Pages, No Author
Burgundy And Incense, Brian Walsh
Burgundy And Incense, Brian Walsh
The Angle
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"The fractured images lay as colored splinters on the ground, each a shard refracting distinct shades of burgundy that lit up the night in a halo of red. A heavy object hurled through a stain-glassed window has wrought this scene upon the street. From deep within the sanctuary it was tossed out. The incense was soon to follow and escape the frosty air, where it hung heavily over the people below who had come in observance of this odd ceremony."
Literacy, Megan M. Cavanagh
Blueprint, Susan Rinella
Commencement, Heather Lobban
Out Of Bounds, Sean Hayden
Out Of Bounds, Sean Hayden
The Angle
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"I bounded into the locker room full of excitement. It was game day, and as usual, I was longing to play. There is nothing that I would rather be doing, I thought, as I headed to my locker to change. I wanted to go on and make millions of dollars, and tonight's game was my ticket because in the bleachers of our rinky-dink little high school gym there was a college scout that came all the way from Kentucky to watch me play. I wasn't worried though, because I …