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“The Leather Apron” by Sue Marsh

The Leather ApronSuzanne Marsh“I've got to tell someone Bessie, before I go completely mad. I am Jack the Ripper.”Bessie Townsend gasped as she stared at Rosie Adler.“Rosie, how can you be Jack the Ripper, you are a female Jack the Ripper is amale.”Rosie, shook her head no:“I can prove to you I am Jack the Ripper”Rosie walked over to the wardrobe at Madame's Mansion, in the White Chapel area of London. From it she took out, stripped trousers, a pale blue shirt, a jacket, and boots. Then she returned to grabbed the leather apron, she normally...

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“The Cruel War” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #44

The Cruel WarSuzanne MarshEmma Martin stood silently outside the log cabin, her eyes shaded by her hand, as the Texas sun once again rose high in the sky. Suddenly, a lone rider appeared on a large bay, the boy she was eagerly watching for; Jed Strong. Jed galloped down the trace as Emma waved and smiled that beautiful smile.Jed dismounted long enough to kiss Emma, then he was back in the saddle. He pulled Emma up in back of the saddle and galloped toward the canyon. He wanted to tell her that he had enlisted in the 1st Texas and ask her to ...

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“The Transformation of Jane Travis” by Sue Marsh

The Transformation of Jane TravisSuzanne Marsh'What is life without beauty?' Jane Travis stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had resigned herself years ago to being 'Plain Jane'. She wasn't beautiful, as was her twin sister Jean. Jane assessed herself: she was to tall and gangly, Jean was petite, her hair was fire engine red, Jean was fair and blond, she had green almond shaped eyes, Jean had deep azure blue. Jane saw her red hair hanging limply on her shoulders, not even her hair was beautiful. She had thought about doing the deed a...

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“Family Pride” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #42

Family Pride“Mr. President, here is your speech for today's monumental presentation in the Rose Garden. Isis there anything else sir?”Corporal Matthew Wentworth, paused, before entering the canvas tent of General Joseph (Fightin Joe) Hooker. The question upper most in his mind was why was he being summoned to the headquarters of the General. General Hooker stood up, motioned the Corporal inside. Matt noticed a portly full bearded man standing in the tent. Matt, entered, saluted the General. He waited, finally the General began:“at ease Corpo...

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“Rosie the Trucking Dog” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #41

Rosie the Trucking DogSuzanne MarshIt was a cold winter night in January of 2004, Earl and I had stopped at Carl's Corner for the night. We were OTR truckers back then. We were going into the “C” store before going to bed. A medium size dog brown and white dog was begging for food. She followed us back to the truck. We had a white German Shepherd in the truck, so we scrambled into the truck, got a paper bowl and gave her some food. She ate that then disappeared into the night. Earl and I agreed that if she came back in the morning we would p...

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“Encounter with Fuzzalumpis” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #41

Encounter with FuzzalumpisSuzanne MarshThe radio began to play: “it was a one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, pigeon toedunder toed flying purple people eater.” That crazy oldies song reminds me of an adventure that I had when I was a young child. I became a writer simply to avoid everyday craziness. I was about eight and wanted to be a space explorer like Jean Luc Picard, back in those days he was my idol. I was camping out in the backyard so I will begin from there.I had a small dome tent that my dad set up for me. I liked to s...

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“She Changed My Life and Thinking” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #41

She Changed My Life and ThinkingSuzanne MarshShe entered my life like a gust of Texas wind! Her name was Nicholas. Yes, Nicholas was a female, a German Shepherd. She was an early Christmas present. She was born in Louisiana. Nicholas came by her name honestly, sort of honestly. Our eldest daughter was raising German Shepherds and asked if we would like a puppy. While visiting her I told her youngest sister to put the collar on the male runt of the litter. The morning we left, I grabbed the puppy with the collar on. I promptly named the “litt...

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“Through the Years” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #40

Through the YearsSuzanne MarshI am drawn to this quote it is from author and New York Times best seller Ally Condie:“Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side, our roots willalways be tangled, for that I am glad.” Friends come and go throughout our lives, some remain through thick and thin. Growing up is never easy and in some cases very difficult. In the summer of 1956 my parents moved from Buffalo, New York to a new suburb, Town of Tonawanda. I remember my dad pulling away from the curb in his black Fo...

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“The Rat's Seat” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #40

The Rat's SeatSuzanne MarshThe year 1963, Suzanne versus the nuns finally had its triumph. It took a while to devise the plan. Then it took a while to convince my best friend Judy that we wouldn't get into any trouble since no one would know who did it. Did what you may ask? Stuck a white Guinea Pig named Silverwood, added a tail, and left him on Sister Mary Regina's seat. It was perfectly planned and executed, or so we thought.Sister Mary Regina and I never hit it off so to speak. I didn't like her and she didn't like me. I found out why. D...

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“Spangler's Spring Meeting” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #40

Spangler's Spring MeetingSuzanne Marsh“I swear Jed, it's hotter here than in Mecklenburg, North Carolina!”“Quiet, Johnny, we're nearin that spring. We gotta bring water backbefore we go into battle.”Johnny Redman and Jeremiah Goldman gathered all the canteens from the their company, in hopes of filling the canteens with water. They crept along on their bellies, their throats parched from the forced ten mile march they made earlier in the day. Johnny's lips were cracked and painful. Jeremiah blue eyes were sunken from poor rations and no wate...

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“The Last Love Story” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #39

The Last Love StorySuzanne MarshI wouldn't marry you if you the last person on this earth!” She took off her engagement ring, tossing it at my head. It the last time I thought I would ever encounter Lisa Poopiepot.You know, you would think that she would have wanted to change her name to something else, anything other than Poopiepot. I thought Mrs. Lisa Smith had a really nice sound to it, apparently she did not. I wondered if I would ever find another girl like her. Solid, beautiful and fearless.That was how we first met. I am a hard core s...

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“A New Star Shines Tonight” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #39

A New Star Shines TonightSuzanne MarshAlthough there are sad moments in time, there are also wonderful moments in time. I was seven years old and at best a very inquisitive child. I was in bed when the phone rang. I could hear dad's voice saying:“We will be there tomorrow afternoon. Yes, we will meet you at mom's. Okay John.” I had no idea of what had happened. I turned over and went to sleep. The next morning, mom was packing while dad made train reservations going to Brooklyn, New York. I remember boarding the train, with my parents. Mom l...

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“Dad, the Bagpipes and Me” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #38

Dad, the Bagpipes and MeSuzanne Marsh“You want to learn the what?” Dad, had already suffered through my learning to play the accordion, or squeeze box as he called it. Then came the piano, which dad went along with after I complained about the accordion biting my chin and knees, although I think it might have had more to do with a big accordion and a ten year old. The bagpipes were the last thing Pop ever would have thought I would want to play. I was sixteen that summer. My parents and I always went to the Hamburg Fair, this year proved to ...

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“The Day that went Poof” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #38

The Day that went PoofSuzanne Marsh“I simply do not understand how two small dogs can create such agitation in a few hours.”Words of prophecy or words of doom? That simple sentence came back to bite me during the day. My husband was complaining about the dogs always pestering him while he was working, normally he goes to work in an office but since the COVID 19 virus and self isolation became words in our vocabulary here we were. It was my turn to watch the destructo demons. We had rescued both small dogs from shelters. They were usually pre...

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“One Moment in Time” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #38

One Moment in TimeSuzanne MarshAfter a long day of antiquing in Bar Harbor, Maine I finally found a small antique shop thatI had never noticed before. It was a bit odd, the proprietress was dressed as if she were a Gibson girl. She welcomed me to her shop with a voice that could shatter glass. She asked if perhaps I would like to see a mirror that she had. She stated that the mirror was found washed up on shore. She had no clue as to where may have come from. I snatched it up immediately. Heading toward home, I began to wonder about this par...

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