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Sylvia's Time Travel School

Submitted to Contest #154

You can find some incredible stuff on social media.  For instance, my latest discovery was an ad for Sylvia’s Time Travel School.  I checked the ratings and found most of them were extremely favorable.  Lots of thumbs up.   I have always wanted to travel in time, in other directions besides the straight ahead direction most of us are used to, but I found traveling in the accepted direction has bored out of my skull.  After getting fired from my minimum wage dead-end job, my mom told me I should give community c...

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Enrolled in Old School

Submitted to Contest #153

It was a quiet day.  I knew it wouldn’t last.  In a short while, I would have solid proof that my instincts were correct as I finished my lunch in my counseling office at Park Ridge High School where I have been for the last ten years. It seems longer when I get a quiet moment to myself.   “Are you Mr. Sowell?” A student knocks at my door.  Like most of the other students, his clothes are full of holes and his flannel shirt appears as if it has not been washed in over a month. “Yes, and you are?” I stand up, droppi...

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Aubrey Rose McCallum

Submitted to Contest #152

“My name is Aubrey Rose McCallum.” She told me on the first day of class, “And I am autistic.” Now I want you to see something.  Please, follow me.  It’s on the north wall of the gymnasium.  Right there.  Beautiful, isn’t it?  It took her over a semester and a lot of spray paint, but it is a true work of art, don’t you think so?   As you can see, Aubrey used such  brilliant colors to transform that plain, dull brick wall into this striking figure of a heavenly angel with both wings and arms spread ou...

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Sam

Submitted to Contest #151

Sam Gionanni was a made man.  After a thirty year tenure as a lieutenant with the Gambini Family, Sam had become one of the top men in the most notorious organized crime syndicate in the country.  The long arms of the Gambini Family reached around the world with aspirations of the future of launching into the space program.  Sam had one big problem and by all accounts it would be his Achilles Heel.  Devilishly handsome and suave, Sam had a way with women, but his indiscretion was always lacking.  His reputation was ...

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Endgame 2.0

Submitted to Contest #150

“Please don’t do it.” His voice was high pitched as he spoke. Fear resonated in his voice, terror mirrored in his eyes.  It was only a game after all, wasn’t it?  It was just like all the others that I had spent God knows how much money for a few hours of entertainment.   I had spent over two hours at the mercy of the bad guy in my newly purchased game called Endgame 2.0 in which I had used every trick I knew to outfox him. It all came down to pressing one button and once I did there was a possibilty that I would oblit...

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Darkness Comes to Obscurum

Submitted to Contest #149

The horror arrived a few weeks ago turning the town into complete darkness.  Established on the eastside of Oregon Territory before statehood by Jedidiah Hatch, a Bible thumping preacher who used the Latin name for darkness when he named this place in 1844.  His luck ran out when some of the native tribes took exception to his extensive land claim and tortured and killed his family as they were gathered around the hearth praying.  The land was believed to be cursed by both native and settlers until 1889 when a traveling snake...

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Razing the Franklin Apartments

Submitted to Contest #148

The bulldozers pulled up early in the morning in front of the Franklin Apartments.  By the end of the workday, the once famous apartments were gone.  Nothing, but a hole in the ground.  As the work crew cleared the area for the demolition at one in the afternoon, no one noticed the old man in the wheelchair and a much younger man escorting him.  As the foreman signaled an "all-clear" to his crew, those gathered to watch the razing of the Franklin Apartments were awed by the flash and ancient walls as the building crumble...

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Here's Looking at You, Kid

Submitted to Contest #147

The first time Renko Wallinski saw Casablanca, he was an usher at one of the decrepit downtown movie theaters when his grasp of English was not total at the time.   He was, however, completely enraptured when the screen filled with Ingrid Bergman’s face imbued with tears in her eyes over her chance meeting with Rick in his Tunisian café.  The letters of transfer were still in Bogart’s possession. “Renko, I am not paying you to gawk.” Mr. Flynn tapped the big man on his shoulder. “Sorry, sir.” He saluted touching the corner ...

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Escape From Waverly Hills Sanitorium

Submitted to Contest #146

He was a patient at the Kentucky Waverly Hills Sanitorium where the walls are still stained with blood in some places and the ghosts of former patients still wander the halls.   The police surrounded the abandoned building that had closed its doors in 1961 after multiple reports of patient abuse and maltreatment using electroshock as punishment and frontal lobotomies to placate those patients with a record of violent or any sort of antisocial behavior.  Looking down on the scramble of activity in the courtyard in front of th...

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The Uniform

Submitted to Contest #145

In life we shared a name, he was senior and I was junior, but the commonality ended there. As a born storyteller, he would freely incorporate fiction, so you were never quite sure where the truth began and the story was sprinkled in. There were also some things he guarded with his silence.  When he passed away at the age of forty-seven, he took many of those guarded secrets with him. One of his biggest mysteries was his uniform which I found in a metal closet in the basement after he passed away.  From the documents I sorted, I f...

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Star of the Stage and Silver Screen

Submitted to Contest #144

It rolled out from under a steamer covered in dust and other detritus found in the attic.   My father Vernon Hattford had passed away a week ago in hospice, leaving me as executor of his estate.  He had lived in this house since getting his Veteran Administration loan to buy it after the war in 1946.  I grew up, learned to drive, got my first kiss and a whole bunch of other memories in this neighborhood before leaving for college.  It shames me to admit, I have never looked back until my dad got cancer.  I helped set...

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Deep Woods

Submitted to Contest #143

If you have ever been up in the hills of California around the Sierras near Truckee, there are some deep woods.  As a younger man, I used to be employed by lumber camps.  That’s where I met Jim Northrupt, another malcontent from the San Joaquin Valley tired of working on his father’s large alfalfa farm near Tracy.   We were just kids back from the war in the Pacific and suddenly the world wasn’t as large as it had been when we left.  We were in the same unit, Jim and I.  We saw a lot of our buddies get chewed u...

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Library of Lost Souls

Submitted to Contest #142

Passing through the Great Empty of this country, there is a small closet of a Library with a sign on the door that reads “Library of Lost Souls.”  I was thumbing my way across the country when I happened to find this obscure corner of the world.  Now in my profession, I don’t rightly have much time or chance to do any reading, but the small sign hand painted in gold paint on a back door caught my attention and curiosity.   “Greetings.” The woman at the desk said when I walked in.  There was an icy wind blowing from ...

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Persnickety Eliot Wagman

Submitted to Contest #141

There have been people in my life who have caused me a great deal of grief, but Eliot Wagman would have to rate at the top of the list. Ever since we launched Christoval Enterprises five years ago, Wagman has been a thorn in my side with his persnickety personality and his constant criticism of our general operations.    As founder and C.E.O. of Christoval Enterprises which specializes in making technology accessible to companies requiring assistance by bringing their operations into the Twenty-First Century, Eliot Wagman ha...

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I Remember Drowning

Submitted to Contest #140

I remember drowning.  Most people would pick a more pleasant memory, but to me, the day when I nearly drowned in the South Fork of the American River on June 17, 1992, created a memory that will be with me the rest of my life.  I have many other memories, some good as well, some not so good, some I wish I could forget because they weigh me down like an anchor.  I will never forget how quickly I was pulled into the rapids, helpless as a newborn and then at the exact moment when I thought I was going to die, I came to the surfac...

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