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What So Ever You Do to the Least of my Brothers

Submitted to Contest #85

Andre Bowers was shot and killed by Langford Police when he was standing in the parking lot of a local 7-11 waving a pistol.  He happened to be African American and later it was determined that the .38 snub nose was not loaded.  Immediately the small community reacted to this incident creating a question: How can we prevent future incidents from happening?  This question is not unique to Langford.  One more factor, Andre Bowers was mentall ill. From interview with Sidney Ross, Langford City Manager: Last year about...

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Friday, March 13, 2020

Submitted to Contest #84

There are dates that will live on in infamy and for me this will be one of those dates.  I am a language arts teacher and each day I write the date on the board for my students to see.  On this day, I have written “Friday, March 13, 2020” on my whiteboard.  I am not an overly superstitious person, but there is an extra tingle when I finish writing it.   We are finishing up Elie Wiesel’s Night. The book is a one hundred plus page romp through the horrors of the Hollcaust written by someone who survived Auschwitz.&nbs...

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Longjohn Whitaker, Local Legend

Submitted to Contest #80

“Who is that guy?” I pointed to an old man sitting at the counter of Gooseberry Café sipping black coffee. His skin was the color of rich mocha, his voice was full of resonance, deep and rich with the essence of a life well-lived. There was an aura that told me that he was a man I needed to get to know.  I had been on a quest to find human stories that were worth telling.   “Longjohn Whitaker.” The man next to me answered as he put some grits on his spook.  “Seems like someone carved his face out of stone.” I chuckled, ...

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Brother's Keeper

Submitted to Contest #79

“Please, look after your brother.  I know that you two have had your differences and that you resent him.” My mother said as she lay in her bed in hospice as her life slowly drained from her.   “Mother, I do not resent him.” I felt ashamed.  How could she think such a thing about me and my brother Devin. “Vernon, I am depending on you to be your brother’s keeper.” She begged.  I saw in her face the pain was again becoming unbearable, so there would be no further discussion. I did not resent my brother, I feared him...

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Crozier

Submitted to Contest #78

Ask me how it feels to be one of the most hated men in the world.  I dare you.  Names meant to bear the full weight of a grindstone tied around your neck,  Even children singing songs about the evil doctor as they skip rope in the park.  Reading editorials condemning me for my disregard for public safety.  Mad scientist, indeed! When someone has the betterment of society at heart and is reduced to a common criminal in a twelve by twelve cell, what matters could possibly be so grievous, so defiled, so deprived as to c...

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Snowbound

Submitted to Contest #77

Snow started falling.  It was St. Patrick’s Day, but this was not anything unusual for KI Sawyer, Air Force Base in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.  You are surrounded by the biggest freshwater lake in the world and average snowfall is measured in feet not inches. There was already about a foot covering the landscape when the snow started falling at 4 pm or 1600 hours. I flicked on the television set and settled on my couch to watch Jeopardy.  The phone rang.  Little did I know when I picked it up to answer it a new chap...

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No Verse is Libre

Submitted to Contest #76

“Thomas” He arose from his chair where he had been sitting for the past six hours.  The chair was not comfortable, It merely served as a rare solitude for him as a patient in St. Elizabeth’s Mental Hospital. “Ezra. Good to see you.  “Congratulations are in order.  Three major literary awards.  People are really taking note of your Pisan Cantos.” Thomas stood up and embraced his editor and long time friend.  “Thank you, thank you. My cantos sing the song of the angels.” His laugh could not hide his irritation with b...

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Agent of Second Chances

Submitted to Contest #75

“Hi, my name is Todd.” He was tall and lanky with a bent tooth smile.  He just appeared startling Henry Schuster.  Henry was deep in self-pity when he tossed the quarter into the well at Angel of the Mount Park.  This park was a scenic retreat from the big city, set in the Los Angeles foothills with a winding trail to the top of Angel Mount.  There were benches cemented into the ground at various intervals.  Todd, who are you?” Henry asked once the initial shock had worn off. “I am an Agent of Second Chance.” He he...

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Ten Seconds

Submitted to Contest #74

A whole life can be determined in that short amount of time. Go ahead, set your timer for ten seconds. Did the alarm go off as quickly as you thought it would? Compared to time we are alive; ten seconds is an infinitesimal amount of time when compared to the whole. Or is it?  Ten seconds can be an eternity as I found out one night while driving on a two-lane country road… I’ve been told all my life that your fate can hang in the balance of ten seconds, but as a young man, I did not believe that anything could happen in only ten sec...

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Power of Love Times Five

Submitted to Contest #73

Tonya DeGrasse did not have a healthy self-image as she was always noticing little things about herself that she considered unappealing, such as a lazy left eye, a bulge here or a sag there, her teeth were not as white as everyone else or her fingers were too stubby.  What was evident was that she was in her second year of college and as of, yet she had never had a serious relationship with someone else.  She even attended a lesbian meeting but found that she was not attracted to other women even though the speakers made some good ...

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Algon and Paluma

Submitted to Contest #72

I am Xura, one of the personnel assigned to the Mind Control Unit here at Hurla. Mind control is a necessary function of our small stations in the Walgo Sector.  There is a lot of misinformation on this controversial subject, but for our purposes it is an essential function and without it, we would not be able to maintain our mission here at Hurla.  It is complicated on Hurla since those who are sent here have been sentenced by the Supreme Command on Chaxavac (chaz-a-vac) and the sectors oversee protection and communication. ...

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Grandma's Secret

Submitted to Contest #71

  Sylvia Melikian passed away peacefully in her sleep, just like she had prayed for all her life.  Her service was short, but well attended by the Armenia community which she had always associated with by working for the St. Cyril Eastern Orthodox Church at various capacities from tidying the altar to typing out the Sunday announcements.  There was little doubt Sylvia Melikian would be missed. Angie Trombley sat near the front, wiping her eyes as her husband Robert sat stoically, like a stone-gray statue against the cold gray...

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Confession of Zack Modine

Submitted to Contest #70

Once upon a time Zack Modine was a hometown hero, but then six years ago, in a fateful flash, all his lofty accolades and good graces vanished, never to return. He still lives in Tyler Gap, a small community located in the open desolate parts of West Texas, a mere stone throw from the New Mexico border. Tucked into the rolling hills and buttes, Tyler Gap was once an insignificant forgotten Union Pacific whistle stop on a transcontinental run along the Mexican border that is no longer in service. The railroad tracks are still presen...

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Difficulty With Dad

I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's newborn tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years.   (From the album The Living Years {1988} by Mike and the Mechanics)  When I first heard this song, it hit me hard.  Dad passed away ten years before this song came out on the radio when members of the rock band Genesis had taken a hiatus to do some side pr...

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The Things That Remain Constant

Submitted to Contest #68

It was hard to believe it had been twenty-four years since I had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same when I, Penny Norwich, left Syracuse, New York, my hometown.  My mother Glenda Pierce had passed away suddenly in the care facility she was living in.  She was watching Wheel of Fortune with about a half dozen other residents when the Angel came for her.  My younger brother Dale met her at the airport.  Now as he neared fifty years old, his hairline was rapidly retreating, his friendly pooch had expanded a ...

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