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Spencer Rubin

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A Walk On Broadway

Submitted to Contest #55

"Can you keep a secret?" echoed a soft, distant voice. It resounded between my ears, yet seemed to come from nowhere in particular. I stopped mid-stride, now standing still among a busy urban sidewalk. What did I just hear? Or did I hear nothing more than my imagination? a phantom thought, stress induced, or possibly from the poor air quality in this part of town. I restarted my walk, as per usual, casting away the false question I decided not to have heard. Maybe ten more steps later a sharp chill ran down my spine, through my body, out ...

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Cycle Chase Number One

Submitted to Contest #50

The last aid station wasn’t worth stopping. Jackson wanted to podium, that’s all that mattered to him. He was chugging along, spinning his wheels as fast as was functional, with only ten kilometers left in the course. Breathing heavily with calculated precision and matching each rotation of his pedals with an inhale or an exhale. His calves were tight, tingling, and uncomfortably from the past two hours of hard, relentless motion - up and down over and over - moving his bicycle precisely at the rate he’d practiced during the previous months ...

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The Apple Tree

Submitted to Contest #43

“Oh, my honey bear. Would you come out here with me? What should we do about our backyard? I’d be remiss to leave it looking to drab.” Linda stood with her hands against her hips looking over the barren backyard of the newly purchased house. “Isn’t there something we can put back here to liven it up?” “Ah. And if that would make my beautiful wife happy, then we shall do it.” Joe walked over and stood next to his wife. The newlywed couple had just married and purchased a small starter home in the suburbs with money borrowed from her parents. ...

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Working Like A Dog

Submitted to Contest #41

Big-O-Pharma Closing In On Vaccine Success.The headlines exploded across the country overnight. Excitement replaced the uncertainty millions of citizens had resided to feeling for months on end. Contracts were being signed, schedules for the vaccine deliveries established with dozens of subsidiaries across the country, and grossly expensive bottles of champagne ordered in lieu of the novel celebration at Big-O-Pharma laboratories.It was an exhilarating time for Morgan. Her overtime and intensive commitment to working in the lab was about to...

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Amir's Ambitions

Submitted to Contest #39

“This sure beats delivering pizzas,” Amir thought to himself as he made another smooth left-hand turn through a well-endowed subdivision in metropolitan Phoenix.Each house of the block replicated the other with an attached two-car garage, stucco roofing, and a well-spaced interior that must have situated a comfortable three bedrooms and two bathrooms, he thought while steering the car. The American dream was here. He was just documenting it for his newest employer through the car top mounted high-definition camera. Every few seconds, with re...

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The Ravens Of The Woods

Submitted to Contest #37

Cold, moist air moved uninhibited through the massive ponderosas as amber streaks of dawn burst through the sparse canopy. Brenton fidgeted in his sleeping bag as we moved with cumbrous angst in the confined space. He took mental note that the tag on the bag said twenty degrees, which he presumed to align with his warmth at temperature that low, but throughout his first night ever sleeping outdoors he realized it was more of a suggestive survivable temperature threshold than a designation of comfort. The orange nylon walls of his tent, ...

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