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Goodwill Donation

Submitted to Contest #139

“Name?” The donation attendant asked without looking up at me. His clothing told his story with the ill-fitting pants and shirt with several holes in it.  He wore a jacket that appeared to have been a donation with a ripped pocket and the letter “G” which had no apparent significance at the moment.  His rugged face was partially obscured by a poorly trimmed beard.  His nose was bent in an odd position indicating that it had been broken at least once, but my guess was that it had been broken more than once.  “Henry. ...

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Legends from the Dark Side of the Hill

Submitted to Contest #138

I’ve heard there’s a little known town in shady hollow in the Smoky Mountains where it is rumored that the sun seldom shines, if at all. Some of the locals like to gossip about how this place is Satan’s headquarters, but I don’t go in much for that.  All that talk ain’t nothing but folks flapping their gums about things they don’t know nothing about.   One night me and Chet were tasting some of his home brew moonshine and he started telling me about this town known as the legend from the dark side of the hill.   “R...

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Storm on the Horizon

Submitted to Contest #137

When Godfrey Eilenstein started on the germline editing research being done at Kayline Research Laboratories, he never envisioned himself becoming a whistleblower.  “What is it?” He asked his assistant Penning Walbee.  Penning had been his assistant for over twenty years and Godfrey placed his entire trust on Penning. Putting his eye to the electronic microscope.  He raised his head and looked at Dr. Eilenstein and replied, “I have no idea.”  “We cannot afford to put that into our prototype, now can we?” Godfrey crosse...

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Tug of War

Submitted to Contest #136

Tug of war is a simple concept, usually the rope which is about six inches in diameter and made from rough hemp that chaffs and is rough on the skin.  While length may vary, the rope laid out in the “Pit of Death” was approximately fifty feet long and would accommodate two teams of ten each.  A red flag signifying the middle was hung over a large man-made mud puddle in which the losing team would most likely be swimming in.  Since I was the largest member of our team, I was designated as the anchor and the small members of th...

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An Angel With a Broken Wing

Submitted to Contest #135

Mickey “Iceman” Monchelli was a hitman by trade, but most in the rundown Bronx neighborhood knew him as Mickey the florist. Icky Taborinni walked into his shop wearing a cheap suit and his hair slicked back by a handful of hair jell which was his trademark along with a scar that ran from his throat to his jaw. It made his face, that was once perfectly asymmetrical, a mass of facial scars that included a creepy, crooked smile.  “Why are you here?” Mickey closed his eyes and put both his hands on the counter. “Big Gino is needing you...

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When Michael Learned to Fly

Submitted to Contest #134

I met Michael LaRoos when he moved up to Pilot Knob after his mother and father were killed in a horrific traffic accident on the Long Island Freeway.  He had come to live with his Grandpa Keller who owned one hundred acres north of our home.  He was twelve, the same age as I was when he came to the eastern shore of Lake George.   Named for the King of England before the Revolution, my father boldly claimed the lake was named for him whenever the out-of-towners walked into his store.  Who was I to doubt him since&nb...

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Grandpa Gideon's Heart Shaped Box

Submitted to Contest #133

I was at work when I got the call that my Grandpa Gideon Grachalmeyer had passed away. The news came as no surprise since he was in his eighties and had a bad bout of pneumonia that he never really got over.  What came as a surprise is that he named me as executor of his estate in his will.  Suddenly the life of this little man from Belarus, a country in Eastern Europe bordering Russia, became an open door to me as I began to go through his things while the rest of the family sat shiva. I was in the attic discovering secrets about...

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God, It's Me, Francisco Rodriguez

Submitted to Contest #132

It’s my last day at the 9th Precinct in Manhattan where I have served faithfully for over thirty years since 1982.  There are things I like to talk about like my grandkids Romana and Dalby who love coming over to grandpa and grandma’s house after church on Sunday.  I also like to talk about my daughter Francesca and her very fair skinned Irish husband Shawn McGuiness who is a hulk of a man with a great career at Colby’s Electronic Design Firm.  Yeah, he’s a real computer geek who earns a pretty hefty salary, but he talks about...

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Strange Mr. Paisley

Submitted to Contest #131

When Mr. Amos Paisley came to Stoneybrook Ridge, Missouri, he had no idea what he was in for. Stoneybrook Ridge is located on the west side of the Mississippi river in the Ozark Hills where many still hold grudges from over a hundred years ago during the war. When he arrived, there was a feud boiling over again between the Garris and McDaniel families over a marriage proposal gone sour between Jenny Garris and Tommy Joe McDaniel.  Jenny had just turned seventeen, which is old by local marriage standards while Tommy had just returned hom...

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The Locked Door

Submitted to Contest #130

My name is Zigfried Zanmori.  Besides the cumbersome name I have lived with all my life, I was now standing in front of a locked door.  I have no idea of where the key is or what secrets lie inside of the vault behind the large iron door.  I’ve been warned that there are certain doors and portals that are better left locked.  Pandora’s Box flashes through my mind, but my curiosity is a much stronger impulse at this moment in my life.  This house belonged to my grandfather Zarkoff Zanmori who was as eccentric as ecc...

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Grendel's Nest Chalet

Submitted to Contest #129

Grendel's Nest Chalet is an exclusive resort in the Bavarian Alps that is talked about in certain circles, but has never advertised in any of the travel journals and there is a reason for that. Named for the monster in Beowulf, there have been rumors about what is up there in the Bavarian Alps, so being a resourceful correspondent, I decided to have a look for myself.  What you are about to read is my account of that eventful weekend at Grendel's Nest Chalet.  “Welcome Herr Walter Shannon.” The concierge greeted me at the check ...

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Tea Party on the Lawn

“Sorry, you are too late.” That strange cat replied when I showed up with some biscuits.“I was told to be here promptly at nine for the tea party.” I protested.“Yes, but the girl was in a rush, beg your pardon.” The Mad Hatter told me with a friendly wink.“It’s always the case, eh?” The cat smiled and vanished leaving behind just a wicked smile. “These tea parties on the lawn are becoming more and more bothersome.” I crossed my arms across my chest.“Well, if truth be known, it wasn’t much of a party.” Absalom waved one of his hundred ar...

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Cosmo the Magnificent

Submitted to Contest #127

In the twisted and complex world of carnival performing artists, Cosmo the Magnificent could be found on the bottom rung of the ladder of his profession as a psychic.  His seances and psychic paraphernalia was as amateurish and fake as any on the Midwest Circuit during the early 1930’s as national interest in the occult reached its zenith.  Born in a small town in Oklahoma town forty some years ago, he was christened Earl Patrick Landers.  As soon as his legs could carry him he left home and became a member of Zyicendeld Trav...

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Mr. Ahn

Submitted to Contest #126

My father, George Frost, Sr. was sent to Pusan, Korea by the army in 1951 during the war.  Twenty four years later, the United States Air Force sent me to Kunsan, Korea, but there was no war when I got there or at least what they told me.  In my time there, I wondered if there was a war being waged, but no one bothered to tell me about it.  Whatever the case may be, I was sent there in February, 1984 on a remote tour which lasted twelve months.   Thinking back, I am fairly certain there was a war being fought, becau...

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When Time Became Immobilized

Submitted to Contest #125

Jake Simmons was an amateur magician as well as a petty con man, but these would just be a minor footnote to what he would pull off in his notorious side career.  Due to his fascination with time, Jake would find a way to forever bend the boundaries of the fourth dimension.  Using his talent for manipulation, Jake would find the eternal secret on how to stop time and in the process use his new found power for his own edification as Dr. Faustus did in his deal with the devil.  There have been others who have tinkered with such ...

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