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Submitted to Contest #250
More You ThinkGail D PrenticeNOTE: This story has been reconstructed from the past and placed in the near future. It denotes political unrest and a call to action. The year had been plagued by one governmental mistake after another. It seemed that every politician was on putting the United States of America on self-destruct. They passed law after law that violated the Constitution and completely disregarded the By-Laws of the land. Tension was rising throughout every state as the cost of living skyrocketed, and wages failed to even att...
Submitted to Contest #47
The Time Has Come Gail D Prentice     Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. Adrenaline courses faster and faster through your body every step closer to the platform. Stopping at the ticket window, you present a piece of paper to the ticket agent and very impatiently wait for your ticket. “Cutting it close there, sonny. Your train is boarding right now, you had better hurry,” the agent said firmly. “This is a train you do not want to miss.” Grabbing the ticket, he hurried down the platform to the f...
Submitted to Contest #46
The Writer The bed had grown terribly uncomfortable. Don had tossed and turned now for three hours. Grudgingly, he rolled to his left side and stared at the clock that had become his enemy. Now, three in the morning and intensely agitated, he rose silently, to not wake his wife and tread softly to the extremely small room he had especially built for his writing studio in the hall. In this enclosed space, that had its own separate heating and cooling system and virtually soundproof from the rest of the house, he dropped into ...
Submitted to Contest #42
FreedomGail D PrenticeCory stood helplessly at the counter of the general store. Just under the scratched glass countertop was the rifle of his choice. The sixty-caliber long rifle, slightly used, and only two scratches on the hand polished stock was his dream. But for three dollars, it was far from his reach financially. With the revolution growing closer to home every day, he so dearly wanted that rifle that he might do his duty for his community and family.“It is a beauty,” Cory commented quietly as he gazed longingly ...
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