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Frozen Hours

Submitted to Contest #234

It was an accident, but the ramifications were catastrophic in what became known as those frozen hours. Alright, let me explain.  Let me start at the beginning. I was part of a team of archaeologists on a dig near the Cradle of Civilization which was a tricky endeavor since this area has been under siege for almost forty years.  Still in the name of science, we were admitted since our team was from various countries around the globe with the intention to ferret out some deep buried secrets in this area.  We did not openly r...

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American Mythology

Submitted to Contest #233

I was ten years old when I ran away to join the circus.  The lady who worked from the state came and explained to me what was going to happen to me after my mother died giving birth to my brother Abel. My father had gone north to Alaska to find work, but we hadn’t heard from him in almost a year.  “Martin Landover.” She addressed me with a smile, “You will be placed at Harper’s Home for Boys. I have a flier for you to look at.”  She placed the glossy brochure in front of me.  I glanced at it.  It had pictures of bo...

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Souls in the Sky

Shortlisted for Contest #232 ⭐️

Zack Kaudjak was crossing the open snow laced fields of the Yukon River with his fourteen dog Iditarod sled team as the sun began to set below the birch tree line at three in the afternoon.  The days were short during the first week of March which meant the temperature would be dropping nearly forty degrees below zero.  He was prodding the team hoping to make it to the Galena rest stop by dinner time. Wrapped in a thermal body wrap, seal skin gloves, mukluks, his extremities still felt the impact of the cruel wind as his sled dippe...

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Old Hippie in 4B

Submitted to Contest #231

“Louis, you’re late.” Brett Robleck informed me when I burst into the back kitchen door. “Had a belt come loose in my car.” I was out of breath. “Yeah, that old Toyota you drive is just about to gasp its last breath.” He chuckled. “I’ll drive a Rolls if you give me a raise.” I jabbed him with a barb as I put on a waiter's smock.  “Yeah.” He rolled his eyes, “Got an old hippie sitting at table seven.  He’s been there for about three hours.  Just coffee.” “Great.” I pinned on my name tag. “Tips lately suck.”  “Well, I...

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Return of the Ghost of Christmas Past

Submitted to Contest #229

It was his first Christmas without her.  She passed away in late summer.  It was a private ceremony, him and her two sons, Baker and Ranson.  Baker brought his wife Francine and their two children while Ranson brought David, his life partner which always agitated him. “It’s not natural.” He uttered continually throughout the service. “Are you going to be alright?” Baker asked during a private moment after the ceremony. “Yes.” He nodded. “I worry about you dad.” Baker looked him in the eyes. “I worry about what will become...

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Raisin Cookies of Christmases Past

Submitted to Contest #228

I know if I tell you that my grandma’s Christmas cookies have magical powers, you might be highly skeptical, but the truth of the matter is, her raisin cookies, though beyond delightful, are in fact able to take you to a place you thought you’d never be in again.  My name is Gordon LaCostra and I have been a baker for as long as I can remember.   When I was a child, I stood in my grandma’s kitchen as she prepared for the holidays.  Nothing was quite as splendid as helping her create a magical landscape of holiday treats ...

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Snowbound For Three Days

Submitted to Contest #227

When I looked out the window at the cold gun metal skies over Lake Superior, I knew there was some weather blowing in from Canada.  Sitting on the couch in my trailer located just a few feet from the barbed wire fence separating my small plot from a nuclear storage area.  This is where the Security Police patrol the perimeter and will shoot to kill anyone trying to breach the wire.  I feel safe here.  People not in the military pay good money for this type of security that I get for free. Still the wind began to pick up...

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Tommy Thunder

Submitted to Contest #226

“C’mon bum!” Shouted the fans of the half filled venue where two heavy weights were slugging it out in the seventh round. Thomas Petreche AKA Tommy Thunder had reached his wall and was trying to keep his opponent, The Brown Bomber from landing one of his lightning left jabs.  His legs felt like lead and he had sweated off over six pounds from the opening bell.   Tommy went to the ropes, but the Bomber AKA Roscoe Washington from Harlem was able to zero in on his target, Tommy’s double chins.  With one powerful blow, Tommy...

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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Submitted to Contest #225

When I was released from the hospital, the discharge informed me that I had been in a coma for eight months, but something inside my brain told me it was for a lot longer.  Upon my discharge from UW Medical Center in Seattle walking on the sidewalk to city transit felt as though I was walking on some distant planet.  It felt as if I did not belong here any longer.   The fact I had been the cause of both my wife’s and daughter’s death did not make matters any better.  For twelve years we lived in marital bliss, Dora ...

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I Can't Sleep

Submitted to Contest #224

“I can’t sleep.” I roll over and tell my wife Mona who is pretending to be asleep. Once again I struggled to get to sleep, but to no avail.  My eyes were wide open.   “Take one of your pills, Morry.” She yawns.  “I already took one.” I sit up in bed.  “Alright. Should I make you some tea?” She suggests. “No dear, I want to take a walk.” I put my feet into my walking shoes at the side of the bed. “I wish you wouldn’t.  You never know what kind of rift-raft you’re going to run into.” She shakes her head full ...

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Professor Hawthorne's Hidden Chamber

Submitted to Contest #223

"I have A Ouija Board." Meghan pulled it out from under her bed.  We were both undergraduates at Hopkins University in Barton, Indiana, sharing A room in the dormitories. "My parents would have A fit if they could see this." She shook my head as she closed my biology textbook.  Studying seemed suddenly out of the question.  Once Meghan got an idea in her head, it was hard to talk her out of it and to be honest, I needed A distraction.   Biology made my mind foggy. "I got something from my boyfriend Clint after class." S...

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Lessons On Becoming Invisible

Submitted to Contest #222

Craig Sanders hated his biology class, because he had to cross R Hallway in Martin Luther King Jr. High School.  When he did he would have to deal with Kensey Waldmeier and his cronies who hung out at the crossing where they would sit ready to pounce on anyone who dared to enter their turf and since the biology classroom was in the middle of this imaginary turf, there was no way he could get out of becoming a victim.   Another fact was Rose Talmer was in his class.  She was enchanting to the point he was unable to speak ...

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Oculus School for Ghosts

Submitted to Contest #221

“Bartard!  Bartard!” A voice rang up the empty well of souls.  Appearing from thin air, the presence known as Bartard stood at the side of the presence that had summoned him in a raucous tone of voice.  The presence turned and acknowledged him, “There you are.” “What seems to be so urgent, Mr. Biggs?” He asked with a hint of sarcasm mixed in with his subservient, longanimous style. “We have new students a-foot.” He cleared his throat. With a quick undetected roll of his eyes, the short stout presence known as Bartard, bowe...

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Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Shortlisted for Contest #220 ⭐️

Jess Granger passed away from his third heart attack as he watched Wheel of Fortune in his apartment. An hour later I got the call from his sister Beth.  Through her tears she told me the details and said she had made all the final arrangements.  His funeral would be on Saturday.  We had been friends for a long time, drawn together by our love of baseball.  Raised in Boston,Massachusetts, on the south side of the Charles River, Jess was a diehard Red Sox fan while I had other loyalties that he would say changed with the d...

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Prisoner 45CW

Submitted to Contest #219

“Here to see Prisoner 45CW.” A man in a tailored suit handed the guard a business card, “I have been appointed as his lawyer.” “Lawyer?  Are you kidding me Mr. Skinner?” The guard laughed as he held the business card.  “Everyone here needs a lawyer.” Skinner could not hide his annoyance with the guard.  In his experience he found most of the guards in these facilities were rude and blunt. “Not Prisoner 45CW.  He’s just a cyborg.” The guard tossed the business card into a trash can near his desk.   “Yeah, yea...

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