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Submitted to Contest #267
Calling 9-1-1 Rose: A voice asked, “Please state your emergency: Police, Fire or Ambulance?” “This is Rosemary Wesley; There’s been a vehicle rollover, on the S-curve in the Stevenson Road, eleven miles south of Paisley. “There’s an overturned half-ton truck in the ditch. The headlights are on and the wheels are still spinning. I’m going down there to see if anyone is inside. The hill is so steep, I’ll have to use a rope. I’ll leave my truck on the shoulder of the road ...
Submitted to Contest #207
If You Can’t Take the Heat….. Marcel was screaming again. He was a great chef, but when it got busy in the restaurant, he sometimes lost his cool. The brow-beaten wait staff and kitchen helpers were terrified of him, and more than a few had quit, unable to tolerate his volatile moods. I was determined to hang in there because, although he was hard to work with at times, Marcel could be quite personable otherwise. When the dinner rush was over and things settled down to a dull roar, he could even be called pleasant. Marcel was a perfection...
Submitted to Contest #206
Bus Trip to Humiliation (a true story) When I was nineteen, I lived in Winnipeg and worked in an office out near the Winnipeg Airport, on the outskirts of the city. I took the city bus to work and back each day. My stop was the very last one on the bus route before the airport. At five o'clock when I got off work, I caught the bus again for my ride back uptown. I was renting a room in a boarding house, just a few blocks from the Hudson Bay's huge block-square store on Portage Avenue, right in the heart of the city. Each night, there...
Submitted to Contest #204
Flight to Freedom (based on a true story) November 1898 Chills ran down Bluebird’s spine as she heard distant rifle fire. The sound of death and destruction seemed to come from the direction of her village. Their grandfather had heard talk that the soldiers were destroying all spotted horses, considering them a symbol of Native culture. Wisely, he’d urged Raven and Bluebird to spirit their small herd of Appaloosas to a hidden canyon with rich grass and a spring-fed stream trickling through it. A rock overhang and tree-covered walls protec...
Submitted to Contest #157
Sweet Revenge By Gloria Dawn Chapter One The silence at the dinner table was deafening. “What did you say?” Allison asked in disbelief. Her father had announced that Allison’s younger sister Jill was getting married to David in three weeks time, and that the family expected Allison to be Jill’s maid of honor. Judith Emerson repeated what her husband had just said. It wasn’t unusual for David to be invited to the family’s Sunday dinners, so Allison hadn’t suspected anything out of the ordinary, until she heard those shocking words fro...
Submitted to Contest #78
Flower Power Lynn set down her glue stick, turning to answer the knock on her door. It was her sister Susan, armed with a box from the bakery down the street. “Ooh, something smells wonderful! What are you tempting me with today?” “I couldn’t resist the delicious aromas floating on the air when I walked by “Sweet Treats,” so we get to pig out on cheese croissants, still warm from the oven! How about a cup of coffee to go with them, or are you too busy?” “Are you kidding? I’m never too busy for coffee and goodies. Wait a minute till I...
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