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My Terminal Analog

Submitted to Contest #184

It was difficult walking away from a digital world, but for the sake of sanity, I did just that.  I pulled out a spiral notebook, replacing my laptop and began a written analog of my experiences over the past few weeks.  What I did not expect was that the results made me invisible to my friends and acquaintances who have chosen to live their lives on social media.  Deliberately turning a page in Thoreau's Walden Pond, I retreated from the lure of the digital world.  What you are about to read is my terminal analog.  ...

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Cracks in My Reflection in the Mirror

Submitted to Contest #183

So, have you ever looked into a mirror and say to your reflection, “We are just too different?”  Well, that’s where I am at right now. I can’t describe it, but something gets into my head and just like that I am no longer in control. That’s what I’m going to tell them when my lawyer comes in with some social worker to find out why I killed my boss, Mr. Saunders.   There are things we cannot explain.   This social worker will try to claim it was a fit of rage, but I know better.  Yes sir, I know better.  ...

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Disappearance of Randall Marks

Submitted to Contest #182

He made a mistake, the kind of mistake that will get you killed.  The men he took the money from were not known for their compassion or forgiveness. In the rolling hills of Sonoma County that is covered with grape vines, Randall Marks found the money in a car he thought was abandoned, when he was walking home on this dirt road, he saw a Ford Impala parked on the side of the road near a family vineyard.  When he opened the door, he saw the driver slumped over with a red dot on his forehead.  The red dot was an entry wound.&nbsp...

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Incident at Resurrection Mountain

Submitted to Contest #181

Murder Cove was not named for the homicides that have taken place there, but there are many tourists who come here expecting to hear grisly tales of murders that have occurred here. Standing on Murder Rock, A person would suspect the three hundred foot drop would be the perfect place to commit a murder, but this would not be the case.  Murder Rock was so named for the abundance of crows that flutter among the steep terrain.  According to native belief, the crows are the carriers of the souls of the deceased.  Stories do tell o...

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Luther Whitehorse

Submitted to Contest #180

Tony Mercelli was flanked by his brothers Alphonse and Marcus as they filed off the private Lear hey at Sky Harbor Airport In Phoenix.  Dressed in pin striped suits and sunglasses, the trio appeared like high rollers, movers and shakers ready to seize the town by a haboob.  Baboons were sand storms that were more frequent during the monsoons.   Known as Tony Mercy by his brothers and close associates, Tony was here to check out the Fort McDowell Casino out near Fountain Hills that was located on the Pima Indian Reservati...

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At the Bottom of a Wishing Well

Submitted to Contest #179

"Hi, my name is Dustin and I'm an alcoholic." He said as he sighed and closed his eyes.  He had no desire to look at any members of the group.  One of the old timers had decorated the room with Christmas cheer, a mocking reminder of his New Year's resolution to quit drinking.  That had not happened and with a week left of the crumbs old year passing, Dustin Wenton was still drinking despite two tours of rehab.  All he could smell was his failing liver trying to metabolize the quart of vodka he had for lunch, just before t...

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Gifted

Submitted to Contest #178

Joe Delante did not like Christmas. As a matter of fact, his friends would say  he was more of a Grinch than Ebenezer Scrooge.  Whether this was true or not, it did not make any difference since Joe loathed all the fuss his friends made about the holidays.  Secret Santas and mistletoe just made the season intolerable as far as he was concerned.   Listening to carols on the radio station as he drove his Mustang was enough to put him into a bad mood which could lead him to a good road rage if the cards fell a certain ...

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Eddie Baker's Desperate Journey

Submitted to Contest #177

Eddie Baker was in big trouble as he made his way past a farmyard in the darkness of a crescent moon.  He had been separated from his unit during the firefight with a group of goat herders who turned out to be al Qaeda operatives.  Now he was all alone as his unit had abandoned the area at sunset.  Private Baker had been in Afghanistan for five months.  Originally from Brooklyn, Eddie was accustomed to wandering in and out of  dark places without any trepidation, but this was different.  His field commander, L...

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Magical Unicorn Potion

Submitted to Contest #176

Rachel found it near Marahoon’s cabin labeled “Magical Unicorn Potion.”   She put the vial into her hoodie pocket, got on her bicycle and raced home.  She was barely able to speak when she got to my house to show me the vial.   It was no secret Marahoon was a sorcerer, an evil one at that. “Do you really think this is a magic potion?” She asked me.  Rachel Narrack had been my neighbor for as long as I could remember.  She was as level headed as anyone I had ever known, but this was anything we had ever encount...

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The Magic of the Storyteller

Submitted to Contest #175

She had heard rumors of the storyteller, but since Lydia was a cynic who does not believe in magic or miracles, she had a hard time with remaining objective when she heard people talk about Shem Bobannick.   He was a street person who came into the downtown library where he spent the cold days of winter napping near the radiator of the ancient public library.   Since he was usually at the door when we opened, Shem requested to volunteer to read to the young children.  The children would come in for story hour, but ...

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Frankenstein 2.0

Submitted to Contest #174

I ran his fingers over the naked skin of his subject lying on the table.  His fingers told him his specimen was perfect. The skin was like the skin on his own hands.  I was warned not to play God with the double helix, but once you taste the sweet juice of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, it's hard not to eat it right down to the core like Adam did when it was offered to him by Eve. There was a strong heartbeat and his breathing seemed normal with a high percentage of oxygen filling his lungs.  His eyes fluttered and then ...

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Gift for Grandma Tham

Submitted to Contest #173

Lihn and I could not wait for the big day as we both thought about what Grandma Tham would put under the tree for us on Christmas.  “Dai, what do you think she will bring?” My younger sister Lihn asked.  She was into dolls and stuff like that, but I wanted a Schwinn ten speed bicycle.  This summer, I was going to join the baseball team and I needed a bicycle to get me to and from practice.  I shrugged my shoulders as I was watching SpongeBob and could not be bothered.  Our mother, Xuan, had come from Vietnam when G...

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The Potato Eaters

Submitted to Contest #172

The one word I'd use to describe him was gentle and quiet, so when he arrived late for his evening meal, his shirt soaked with his own blood, he told me he had shot himself.  His brother Theo was notified and he spent the last few hours with Vincent until the early evening July 28.   When he was discharged from Saint-Remy in May, the psychiatric staff decided that living on his own in a peaceful, rustic setting would be best for him. So they chose my inn, The Auberge Ravoux at Auvers-sur-Oise, 27.7 kilometers from the center ...

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Terminal Living: A War Story

Submitted to Contest #171

Like an Orwellian novel, I had been sent to Korea in 1984 to help defend democracy, crossing the International Date Line on Valentine’s Day where the clocks were all striking thirteen o’clock.  After six months in Korea, I had decided to catch a flight home to get married in Marquette, Michigan.  One of the perks about being in the service is that you can fly free, but as you may have guessed there is a catch.  And the catch is what this near nonfiction tale is about.   Catching a free flight from Osan Air Base t...

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I have a Plan

Submitted to Contest #170

"I have a plan." Major Rusty Zellis told his squadron after one of his pilots was shot down with a surface to air missile over Russian restricted airspace.  Captain Tommy Hammer Haller was snapping photographic images over a top secret location Vladivostok of their new nuclear submarine.  The Russians sent images of the captain looking a little worse for the wear to the Pentagon.  They also sent a video of Haller asking for clemency in exchange for some information on the computers at the capitol.   "I hope so or Ca...

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