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“The Mirror” by Rick Story

The Mirror Alice had always been fascinated by mirrors. Her apartment was filled with them. In the evenings she loved to stare at her reflection, admiring her features and imagining what it would be like to meet someone who looked exactly like her. As she wondered if possibly another Alice was somewhere in the world, living a different life but sharing the same face and same body, her mind drifted. Let’s see, a doppelganger of herself. Alice knew it was just a fairytale, but it was her fairytale. Then it happened Alice heard about a museum i...

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“Family of Assassins” by Rick Story

I’ve always loved my mom and dad. My name is Gabriel Starr, and I live a lucky life, I guess you could say, a blessed one, to have such cool parents. They both have the grace of a pair of models, they talk well, and always know how to make me feel like an exception. The best part of being in this family, the trips, is we’re always going to cool places for impromptu vacations. Not just going off for those three-day ones, but the week-long extravaganzas. To top it off, like whipped cream and a cherry on top of a Sundae, are my sisters...

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“Have Time Will Travel” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #203

Have Time Will Travel Time is said to flow like a river. And people enter these streams of time, sometimes at the identical moment. Many people wonder if each affects the lives of their other time travelers, entering the ebbs and flows at similar points, but exiting the chronological estuary at some varied journey's end. Another example of a passenger in time would be those who ride a train together, at the same moments of their existence. But there are unrelated destinations for the riders, different towns to work in, familie...

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“Final Train To Nowhere” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #168

Final Train for Nowhere Sitting next to the window, I glanced down at my I-Phone 13 Pro Max, it reads 1522. I’ve still got 8 minutes till this thing is supposed to pull out, I’m not what one would call, confident in this train’s punctuality. Amtrack, not known for being timely. This day is an exceedingly overcast one, with thunderclouds gliding through the air, they dump heavy downpours on the entire area. Normally, there are very few days of rain, at least, not the day-long kind. But quite a bit of my life has been filled with thunderstorms...

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“Down, But Never Out” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #141

DOWN, BUT NEVER OUT “I remember now,” Matt said. “Remember what, Matt?” Bar asked. His head looked up from his cup of the good stuff at the Waffle House. He had a curious expression as if he’d just heard something unexpected. Not responding to Bar, Matt’s mind drifted back to a different time and place. The smell of the bacon and sausage sizzling on the freshly cleaned grill triggered memories of his past. To the vast majority of people in the arena, it evoked thoughts of the time of two gladiators entering the ancient Roman colise...

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“Dimentional Excursion” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #137

Dimensional Excursion “Cuddi, where you at, punk?” said Derrick. “Come out and play with us.” Yeah, fat chance, jerk. I tried staying as quiet as possible, even trying to hold my breath so those guys wouldn’t hear me breathe. That’s extremely difficult because of my asthma attacks whenever  I get nervous. I was squatting behind the stack of firewood in the back of the old Crowder house. Derrick and his posse have chased me into the woods after school, again. They always think it’s funny because NOBODY ever goes near the Crowder pla...

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“The Soul Window” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #97

The Soul Window Have you ever had one of those dreams that keep going on and on? I seem to have more than my share. You know the type, you dream, wake up, go back asleep and fall back into the same dream, and wake up again. You know, "running dreams" I call them.  A weird thing is, I can never tell you the dream. Oh, I may recall one or two little details, but I can never remember the actions in the dream. It's kind of freaky. Maybe this is what the first signs of madness are like. I've always felt like these running dreams are my unc...

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“The Missing” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #96

The Missing The merchant seaman, Mike Adams, had travels that took him around the world. Seventeen countries had been called home over the time period of the last ten years. This rugged man was originally from Boston, Massachusetts. Adams was tall and stood over six feet, four inches in his stocking feet. His weight was a physically hardened two hundred and sixty pounds, with no apparent body fat. His chosen profession was of a mercenary, and he was quite successful in his career. In between his stints of leading mercenary forces throu...

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“Never, After Hours” by Rick Story

Submitted to Contest #91

Never, After Hours “Kaleb Storm,” she said. She stared down at my name for what seemed ages, and then she cocked her head up from her terminal and scanned the room. As I walked up to the counter, I pulled out my wallet and dragged out my license. The date was Monday, October 28th, 2019. The time 2:24 PM left me rushed when I arrived this afternoon and the wait had been for an hour. I began rethinking this whole library card gig was not such a good idea. Each library patron had taken about 20 minutes to get their card. I remember the...

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