Doug LeBlanc

“CARNIVAL LIFE FOREVER” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #93

CARNIVAL LIFE FOREVER     “So, what was the argument about this time?”        Paul shrugged. “The usual. My dad always gets on my case, wanting to know what I’m going to do with my life. I tell him I don’t know, but he won’t accept that. He says I need to have a goal in life. I don’t, though. I don’t have any goal in my life. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, nor do I...

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“The Black Blanket” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #89

THE BLACK BLANKET Cora sighed, and took off her hat. Tears that were held in check for so long began to form in her eyes, but she fought them. Her family would need her now, more than ever. If only the arguing wouldn’t start again. She was so tired of family squabbles.  In some ways, Jack’s death had ended some of the arguments, but it would beget as many again. She sighed again, and m...

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“THE FLOWERS” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #80

THE FLOWERS I        The fragrance drew her to the cave. She was twelve years old, and alone. It was mid-winter in Poland, and Anna was taking a different route home from school.  It was a fairly warm day for February, and Anna liked to go places no one else ever went to. She loved to see t...

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“RELATIVE RAPE” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #79

RELATIVE RAPE          I hated him. He was my uncle, but he raped me! My hatred burned in me! How DARE he! He came into my room as if he owned it. As if he owned me.           “Dear Uncle Jordan, he loves you so much!” my mother gushed, not knowing how evil he was. Everyone thought he was so wonderful! He was generous, letting us use ...

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“FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #78

FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL…          “It’ll work, you’ll see!”          She shrugged. “If you say so. I doubt it, though.”          “Trust me,” Candy told Sue. “Nothing can go wrong.”          “I hate when people say ‘trust me’,” Sue said. “I always regret doing it.”          Candy laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.”        ...

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“DUEL WITH ZOLTAN” by Doug LeBlanc

THE DUEL WITH ZOLTAN        He woke to the sound of his name. He opened his eyes slowly, not sure where or when he was. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was home.        He glanced over at the large clock he kept by the wall. Of course, the thing had stopped; probably years before. This sleeping through the century stuff had its disad...

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“The Loss” by Doug LeBlanc

THE LOSS          Sheila knew a divorce would be long and painful. She was not strong, and Brad was a bully. He never actually hit her, but the threat of violence was always there.  She wanted out of the marriage, but she didn’t know how.          Finally, after years of verbal abuse, she made a New Year’s Resolution. Or, Revolution,...

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“THE DEADLY DAYS” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #74

                              THE DEADLY DAYS                  Martin was doomed to die. Lethal injection was the method; but he didn’t care. The fact that he was innocent worried him the most. He hoped. Oh, how he hoped for that phone call that would save him. He marked the walls with a tally of his final days. Ten more to go. He shivered from fear, wishing to God he was...

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“The Silver Swan” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #73

THE SILVER SWAN          Timmy was handicapped. He hated the term, but knew it applied to him. He had a wheelchair, and needed it. He was being schooled by a tutor, Jenson. He allowed Timmy to call him that, although everyone else had to call him Mr. Jarlson. To Timmy, he seemed cold and standoffish, and never open with the boy.      ...

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“NOBODY HOME” by Doug LeBlanc

Submitted to Contest #72

NOBODY HOME          We got the call from dispatch, and I sighed. “Not again,” I complained.           My partner laughed. “Jack, you ALWAYS gripe about going to the Crepe Mansion,” he chuckled as he turned the car around.          “It should be called the ‘Creep Mansion,’ because it gives me, and everybody else, the creeps.”

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