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Perma-Grin, Kevin Weiss
For Carrie, Dawn Whited
Whales In Cages, Cheri Crist
In The Twilight's Final Ember, Jerome M. Snyder
The Canyon, Kristen Basi
The Canyon, Kristen Basi
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"As I start out on the trail, I can feel the heat of the sun, even at this early hour. It is sure to be a day of rising temperatures, and the city dwellers will probably all head to the beach. The drive on the expressway was quiet -there weren't many cars headed in this direction. This place is virtually empty, and the solitude is a welcome companion."
Animals?, Adam C. Slick
Close Your Eyes And You Shall See., Julie Anne Rivers
Close Your Eyes And You Shall See., Julie Anne Rivers
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"Many years ago, the world was very different from as we know it today. The world was a place of darkness. Yes, people did exist. Animals abounded the land. Mountains, oceans, plants, and flowers were all intact. All living creatures functioned and survived by relying on touch, smell, sound, and because of their lack of sight, imagination. With a world without sight, many of us would be led to believe that the world was quite a boring place to live. This was not so. In fact it was a …
Four O'Clock At The Lake, Michele Deller
Shinehead, Jennifer Mccarthy
Memories Of The Elmheart Hotel, Mindy Hardwick
Memories Of The Elmheart Hotel, Mindy Hardwick
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"My eyes gazed from two gaping holes which used to be windows overlooking Lake Ontario. I watched as sailboats played on the wind of the water. A breeze blew through the hotel's frame and the screen porch rocked on its hinges. Neighborhood children ignored the 'No Trespassing" sign posted on the iron gates. Their shouts echoed into the elm trees as they rode their bikes through the overgrown grass. Beer cans were tucked into corners of the sagging porch. Chip- ped white paint, like ashes from a midnight bonfire, …
The Fear, Kevin K. Allen
Wasted Youth, Matthew Avedisian
The Photograph, Heather Jones
Eye To Eye, Marcia Morphy
Eye To Eye, Marcia Morphy
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"When my daughter turned twelve, we stood toe-to-toe, and she looked me directly in the eye. Clearly, she did not like what she saw. Overnight it seemed, I had grown small and she, tall; as my stature diminished, hers increased. She did everything right; I did everything wrong."
Careless, M. P. Christopher
Pixel, Cheri Crist
Crossroads, Mindy Hardwick
Crossroads, Mindy Hardwick
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"A dog's toenails scratched the kitchen floor as the screen door slammed. Melanie held out her hand as the blonde cocker spaniel licked her fingers. She uncrossed her long shapely legs and shifted restlessly on the couch. "Cage;' a man's voice said sternly. Obediently, the dog followed the man's pointing fingers and settled into his white cage. The man grinned and closed the cage door. Melanie clutched a piece of paper in her hand and looked nervously at the man."
Four Women, Heather Lobban
Stifled Honesty, Tom Seitzinger
Only In My Dreams, Laurie Ward
Only In My Dreams, Laurie Ward
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"September, 1988
I can still feel the terror in the pit of my stomach, hear the cruel wind that wouldn't help me, see the hatred and madness in his usually calm blue eyes, still feel the screams stop in my throat, forming a lump and turning to sobs."
Ravens Calling, L. A.M.S.
Disturbing, Michael G. M. Cornelius
A Frozen Memory, Jeff Marsh
A Frozen Memory, Jeff Marsh
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"It was cold. This was more than the bone-numbing cold experienced on winter days, this was true cold. I looked out over the barren wasteland of tundra before me and thought that this is what hell should look and feel like. Hell would not be warm, it would be cold. The cold seeped through eight layers of clothes and made me sick from its numbness."
To The Child Within The Child, Megan M. Cavanagh
Fogs, M. P. Christopher
Morty, Jennifer Mccarthy
Morty, Jennifer Mccarthy
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"Every morning, for as long as I could remember, Morty would wake me up. Those days were always the same: Morty would stick his head into my room, let out a big scream and beg me to get up and 'Do something" with him. Don't get me wrong, I counted on his wake-up calls. Not only was a spectacular adventure had but he was my guide. I was quite a bit smaller compared to Morty, so he guided me through the dark. We had been best friends for as …
God-Tears, Megan M. Cavanagh
The Hello Man, Cheri Crist
The Hello Man, Cheri Crist
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"Louis was a happy man. Everyone that met him thought he was either happy, or eccentrically simple. He was neither. His cousin Leda thought he just had to grow up. By the time he hit 45, Leda knew it was more than just a matter of maturity, but she deigned to bring up the topic to anyone. Her interest in him was a combination of ancestry and a faint notion of obligation. However, she didn't see Louis as particularly unusual, just terminally satisfied with everything he saw. Her heavily …
One Less, Dawn Whited
Reality Of Hell, Barbara Brower