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Victor Amoroso

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Neville's Big Speech

Submitted to Contest #306

Class of 2025, I am your valedictorian, Neville Rabgrent, and I’m here to talk about the future, which is very bright, and a little about where we came from. Normally, this is supposed to start with some thank yous, so far be it for me to break from tradition. I want to thank my parents, Norman and Kitty, who had the absolute foresight of naming me Neville, and thus condemning me to a lifetime of looking at porn to have any contact with the opposite sex. Thank you very much. Some snickers, but for the most part the chatter in the room died d...

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They Die

Submitted to Contest #305

Zero floored it, the tires burning a hot smoke as the powerful V8 thundered in his Charger. Then just as quickly, he slammed on the breaks, screeching echoing off the buildings. At this intersection, he could turn right, head home and forget about it. “No, I feel the obligation, the obligation for acceleration!” Zero spun the wheel left, and headed to destiny. The Charger purred like a tiger cat on the prowl, and Zero looked for his first stop. It had only been a week since the signal came down, and the unmasking of the prune faces everywher...

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Ⲥⲟⲩⲧⲉ ⲭⲁⲣⲓ

Submitted to Contest #304

I am a horrible writer. The thought coursed through Lisa’s head. She stared at her phone, the words written there, after Bryan told her that her latest poem was stupid. He read it, laughed, and said that it made no sense. He then kissed her on the forehead, and then left to go the gym. She wrote those words after he left, at the bottom of her latest attempt. And then she just glared at it, for what seemed like hours. The letters bounced around in her head like pin balls, but instead of a score racking up, a dead weight in the center of her ...

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Dark Storms, Dark Secrets, Dark Love

Submitted to Contest #303

Chicago. Jack’s town. The night swirled around him, a steady drip of rain covering his footsteps as he followed his latest quarry. Distantly a dog barked, a cat yowled, and the sounds of a sailor and his girl in the alleyway greeted his ears after the screeching of the “L” had deposited Jack and his objective both on this street. Jack was recruited into the Office of Strategic Services, the OSS, to be a spy hunter. They needed someone to ferret out Nazi spies in the Windy City, and Jack grew up here, so it was fortunate for him that they sen...

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A Day In The Park

Submitted to Contest #302

It was a beautiful May 1st in Rochester. Meagan Hannigan took her two children, Mazie and Marcus to Zumbro Park West, to enjoy the playground, and get some fresh air. The weather was perfect, 70 degrees, and there was a slight breeze that provided the perfect amount of cool. She sat on the bench, with Mazie in the sand at her feet, and Marcus climbing the jungle gym. All was perfect, and then she saw them… It was a short five years ago when the Terran Confederation defeated the Nint’ian, ending the threat that they presented to humanity’s gr...

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The Continuing Education of Uomo d'Ingara

Submitted to Contest #301

The snow stopped by the time Sir Uomo d’Ingara spied the small town emerging out of the primordial forest. Every part of his body hurt, from his face down to his toes. The snow had kept his armor clean and gleaming, but underneath he suspected that he would need many days of rest and a doctor to tend to his wounds. He couldn’t stop here, so after catching his breath, he resumed limping towards the town, and hopefully a bed he could have for a bit. His foot was certainly broken, and there were red footprints behind him leading back to the ban...

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On The Ice

Submitted to Contest #300

Damn it was cold. He had been told just how cold it was, but hearing it will be -50 degrees and experiencing it are two different things. The copter glided over Queen Maud Land at two hundred feet, the wind leaking through Jack Valance’s parka even with the heat tubes running at full strength. The sun just peeked above Ulvetanna Peak, high noon for this time of year in Antarctica. Jack had his FarSight All Light Binoculars affixed to his goggles, allowing him to scan the frigid landscape. There wasn’t much out here. Most of the bases were on...

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Wrong Girl, Wrong Cat, Wrong Time

Submitted to Contest #299

Man, I hate mimes. Don’t you? Now, I’m not talking about a basic hatred of mimes. They are responsible for the worst day of my life. Or at least the night, which normally isn’t part of the day, but it is, so that's that. Its my story, and I’ll tell it how I want to. So, my name is Charlotte Bengley. I am an accountant, and a dog person. I mean, I don’t hate cats, especially after this one day/night, but I didn’t have one before this. My Puddles is my best friend, and he loves his momma. I used to be able to take him to work, and he kept quie...

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Picnics and Poetry

Submitted to Contest #298

“Lets have a picnic!” Little did I know that this ordinary request would forever change my life. So of course I said yes. I was a young co-ed freshman at Cornell College in Mount Vernon, Iowa. I came to study Music, and after surviving my first Iowa winter, the first real day of spring beckoned us girls to soak up that fresh air and sunshine. So Becca gathered up a blanket, a basket and some boys to make it happen. There were four girls, and four boys which made up our little group. Becca, my roommate, was a stunning, tall and gorgeous woman...

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Heroes and Men in the City of Angels

Submitted to Contest #297

“Pop quiz hot shot!” “Don’t got time for this, Travers.” Detective Travers laughed, a very inappropriate time for laughter. Sweat dripped down Paul Harmon’s face. The timer on the explosive device continued to count down. Paul needed to concentrate, but for the life of him, Travers decided it was time to be that asshole. “There is a bomb in a skyscraper. The scumbag has told you that if one person leaves, he blows the entire building. It is also the building in which Detective Harmon’s sister works in. What do you do? What do you do?” “Shit,...

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All Things Considered

Submitted to Contest #296

Clark looked at his creased hands, surprised that the redness he saw on them vanished so quickly. Footsteps heading towards him brought his gaze up. “How are you doing?” He had answered that question more times than he could count in the last few hours. “All things considered, I’ve been better.” That always got the polite chuckle, a firm handshake, and a perfunctory hug or slap on the shoulder. At the moment, he couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t answering that question. The person in front of him moved away, and suddenly he recalled. H...

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Door to Eternity, or P.S. Pluto I Love You

Submitted to Contest #295

“Captain, we are approaching Pluto’s orbit now,” reported Ensign Caldwell. Captain Jason Kildead straightened his back sitting in his chair, “Very good Ensign, lets reduce speed, and settle into a standard orbit around the primary, and opposite from Charon.” The reactor hum stepped down an octave, and the minute vibration Kildead felt shifted slightly. He had always been able to feel the reactor of his ships, even as a lowly seaman. Most put that feeling out of their minds. He watched as his crew brought the ship into the position he ordered...

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Apocalpyse Crying

Submitted to Contest #294

Their horses are more nimble than leopards and swifter than wolves in the evening: their horsemen will spread out. And then their horsemen will approach from far away: they will fly like the eagle, hurrying to devour. Habakkuk 1:8 Lieutenant Paul Zimmerman clutched the side of his slick as it cut through the air towards destiny. Or at least that’s what Captain Murdock told him. He wasn’t sure that it was his destiny. He was here because he followed orders. The Army drilled that into his brain during basic training. Those orders meant that Pa...

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A Chance Encounter on the Corn Belt Rocket

Submitted to Contest #293

He stepped onto the train just as the last whistle mournfully blew, signaling the train pulling away from the station. Both the gray briefcase, containing his quarry, and the loaded Roscoe in his harness weighed on him. He could head to his compartment, but he needed a drink. He asked the conductor the way to the bar car, and reached it before the train fully pulled out of the station. “Highball, and a side car.” “Yes sir. Right away.” The whiskey hit his lips when he saw her. A dame, her legs went all the way to Tuesday, strolled into the c...

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A Portrait of Death

Submitted to Contest #292

Clara Burton stared at the lady in the painting. The woman was old, her gray eyes looking tired, the wrinkles in her face marking time in her pale skin. Around her neck, a silver brooch, set with a crimson jewel which Clara swore sparkled in the candlelight of the foyer. The high neck of her white dress stiffened up to her jaw, lay open at the front, exposing her neck giving her a vulnerability that caused Clara to cover her own with her hand. The dress flowed down the woman’s body, hugging her frame. It covered her bosom, such a last centur...

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