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“The tale of the Wilk, the Lemon and the university slumlord ” by Mike Ramsey

Submitted to Contest #223

Ashley Lemon looked at me across the battered desk in her East Quad office with distaste. I couldn't believe how power drunk she had become. This dingy hole -- home to The Post -- had become her throne room. I didn't really care at the time when the staff had voted her to be managing editor over me. I never wanted the extra unpaid hours added to my week anyway. But Lemon had seize...

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“Am I a monster?” by Mike Ramsey

Submitted to Contest #221

Joe could not stop thinking of Angie Sanger. It was strange because he could not remember what Angie Sanger looked like, other than a vague idea that she was taller than the other girls in his fourth-grade class. She wasn’t remarkable or popular. In fourth grade, Joe Banks wasn’t remarkable or popular either. If there had been a ranki...

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“To catch a catbird” by Mike Ramsey

Submitted to Contest #218

"It's poop," Serene thought to herself as she smelled her palm. Wonderful. The black smear of what she had thought was dirt, gave off the familiar ammonia mixed with earthy, rotten and sweet stench known universally as poop.

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“The Torch” by Mike Ramsey

Uma looked at the Facebook scroll and there was Brian Hartmann again. He had posted a Christmas photo of his family in front of a fireplace. He looked amazingly similar to how he had looked when he was 17 years old, adding the softening pudge that everyone got after 20 years.

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“Playground mom” by Mike Ramsey

Submitted to Contest #216

There she is. I am going to make my move now and ask her about the progressive dinner. It's my way in. I walked closer to her. She looked beauti...

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“The Devil Will See You Now” by Mike Ramsey

Submitted to Contest #215

Dan wasn't sure what to expect when the door opened to the Devil's office, but this wasn't it. First, it wasn't the Devil sitting there, it was...

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