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“The blue gray room, Behind” by Charles Arena

The blue gray room, behind The librarian looks over the library. She walks up and down and turns toward the wall and stares for a couple of seconds. She goes to her desk. Someone approaches her carefully.          “Hi I am a student of the arts. I take that back. Not the student part. The ‘arts’ part but I don’t want to say I’m a student of the occult. Too controversial.”...

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“The Limelight Polychrome” by Charles Arena

               The limelight polychrome         There is a time to consider many things you may attend, such as night school, the art gallery, a museum, or a ride that took you over the border, but you look up and say “I forgot one, the work party, where I was summoned to take care of the bookkeeping, the negotiations and the catering. The first two, alright, not too much a problem but that catering is,...

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“It's Time to Refine, Not Define” by Charles Arena

               It’s time to refine, not define          “Hi I am Mark and I am hear to listen, learn, and interpret, so hold on to your hats, actually let them go, and we shall begin.” That sounds innocent enough but I should have added this qualifier , “If it gets too much, meaning being here, or from what you hear, feel free to cut out, and, oh yes, this, “Cut me off”. For I am to be the professional in...

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“Coming in with a hindrance” by Charles Arena

         Coming in with a hindrance There lies a city of, well I would not call it sin, but more like a city of gossip where one person’s busy life schedule is another person’s inquisitiveness, run on schedule. Also, that person has accomplices in this life of telltale informant which make him or her more aware and more ready to reciprocate. This may sound rather brusque and strict but in this part...

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“The Backstage Scene” by Charles Arena

     The Backstage Center, Taking Center Stage. John was walking toward what he knew was backstage but he often fantasized about what could occur if he somehow found himself on stage. He looked around with that concerted and enthusiastic look that he tried to have despite that he to be on stage for a short time. He looked at the rugged and still pieces of fixtures that were in front of him saying “I...

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“Thankless is not always about not giving thanks” by Charles Arena

    Thankless is not always about not giving thanks Mike entered the room. He looks around and hopes for some type of change, some kind of transformation that will encourage him to stay, or at least, to recline in the atmosphere that will bring him satisfaction. He walks slowly to his desk, and he asks himself softly “I wonder if this is my desk, despite the fact that I know it comes with the territory, o...

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“Some Rain, Some Gain” by Charles Arena

Tony, who was about six foot one and always curious and looking to probe into situations with a modest but inquisitive method, watched the rain come down onto the field. This was a place where kid often gathered to play after a long day at school. However, Chris described some of these days as a long day on the salt mines. Chris was five inches and 30 pounds shorter than Tony but he demonstrated a nice combination of liv...

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“The Longer, and Longing of a certain Sun--day” by Charles Arena

Submitted to Contest #99

             The longer and longing of a certain Sun-day. “Mike we sure are having a good time today and although the days are getting longer, it often seems the fun is getting shorter.” Paul said to Mike as they were enjoying the sun above them. Paul then responded “It does seem that way but when we have fun, under the sun, we don’t usually seem to be on the run, and we leave our work behind us as done.”...

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“To the island, and probably, back again” by Charles Arena

Submitted to Contest #83

     `                          To the island, and probably back again Several people were looking at the water vehicle that was in front of them and like most, they began to talk. They often questioned each other about who was the proprietor, what type of vehicle it was, where it was destined to go, and any reasons for its journey. They looked upon it and then Pete approached them and said “I do...

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“First Time Deserves Seconds” by Charles Arena

Submitted to Contest #81

                    First time Deserves Seconds          Some would say that a first encounter, especially of the romantic variety is something two people may never forget and is an experience they will remember, usually in the same way, most of the time. Naturally there is always the possibility that one will recall the dreamy event quite differently than the other in a certain way. Most of the participa...

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“The speech of the town and more” by Charles Arena

Submitted to Contest #80

     On the quiet streets of a small town, sometimes news did spread quickly and often others discussed things that they learned with a determined and memorable pace that it usually became part of history. This was fine to most of the people of this town but there was one man who never really wished to be part of a historical time line of events and would not wish to be the chosen orator of historical data whether that be on a small local town scale or a very wide global scale. Many of the residents would ask this...

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“Close encounter of two of a kind” by Charles Arena

Submitted to Contest #79

           Close Encounters of Two of a Kind                                      There have been stories on a meeting of east meets west or the convergence of two sides to a political argument with divergent ideas, or comparable situations resulting in some resolution. However, w...

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“Amusement in hobby finding” by Charles Arena

Submitted to Contest #78

         Approaching a friend that I see occasionally I asked him how things were going. He answered “They are not really going, but rather crawling as things have really slowed down. I thought to myself, how much slower could it get for both of us because we often see each other when we are looking for things to keep us occupied. However I believed this was understood between us so I conceded his statement and asserted...

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