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Submitted to Contest #76
Colloquy “Well, hello stranger, where have you been?” "Around." “No, really, I mean it’s been at least three months since I last saw you here at the bus stop.” “Okay, nowhere really and a little bit of everywhere, you might say.” "Come on now; you've got to give me more than that. I've told my husband about our little talks, and he won’t believe me when I tell him about today. So give me something juicy to lay on him.” "It's not that interesting, but I was in Hillsdale for a while. Then I went to Greenberg for a week or so, and after that, ...
Submitted to Contest #67
THE BLIND SPOT Walter walked to the window and flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the street below. He then turned slowly to face the woman he had been hired to kill. “Everyone I have ever met has a story to tell,’ Walter thought to himself, ‘and maybe I missed the most important part of hers.” Walter was uncommonly perplexed with this assignment. Hesitation and questioning himself was not a part of his natural purview. Most of his assignments had been basically mundane. Walter in the past had barely thought o...
Submitted to Contest #32
Yesterday When I Was Young As a young entrepreneur, it was not unusual for Paul to work six days a week sometimes seven, ignoring anything else that may require his time and attention. As he moved into his 30s and then his 40s, his ambition only increased with each successful venture. People were well aware of his day – to – day demeanor. Everyone knew not to cross him or take another side unless they were willing to deal with his wrath. He was well known for his ruthless business tactics and everything he did was abou...
Submitted to Contest #27
A Prudent Resolution??? Most would believe it to be virtually impossible to laugh while being choked to death. Unless, you’re Henry's father, who spent his entire career establishing the fact anything was possible with the proper mindset. Henry Fletcher, on trial for murder, had placed himself in the hands of the aristocracy of 1959 Hillsboro, South Carolina, which could neither understand nor accept him as they’re equal.Henry Fletcher had watched his father die but seemed to feel nothing and wa...
Submitted to Contest #14
Pitcher JohnWhat happens to a warrior's mind after the smoke clears and years from the end of his war? In this case, it was the Second World War and this warrior had participated in some of the bloodiest battles in Germany. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was not something many had heard of during this time. At least not by that description but it would show its ugly face later during the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. An emotional/psychological cond...
Submitted to Contest #10
[Moments]Henry was a master at the art of piddling. He wasn't a day over forty, and his name really was Henry, although no one used it except his family. Other people, for some odd reason, tended to call him Francis. He was not very productive at his work, but it did not seem to affect his employment status. He was 6 feet tall, bent a little, and his skin was grayish, but no one noticed it because of the almost perpetual smile on his face. Henry thought...
Submitted to Contest #4
[An Incidental Merger]Adam and Ashley were in love, real love, not an overnight affair. They were young, with unleashed passion and ready to experience the joy poets sing about. Fear rippled through them again and again, almost extinguishing their desire to experience that intoxicating feeling only the bodily appetite can deliver. Ashley is thrilled as her body is awakened, but panic grips her at the same time. What will ...
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