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“The Dragon Who Didn't Know How to Cry” by Jon Casper
“And as the dragon’s very first tear dripped onto Frieda’s pillow, she closed her eyes and smiled. She’d taught him how to cry, and at last, she knew everything was going to be okay.”Leonard closed the book, its spine cracked and frayed from a hundred reads. His daughter’s toothpaste breath dampened the crook of his aching arm as he rose from the rocker, crossing through a nightlight starfield to her bed.“Sweet dreams, Emmeline,” he whispered with a kiss on her temple, as a tear of his own threatened to...
“A Hidden Story ” by Beth Jackson
A schoolboy crouched in the alleyway, his red-rimmed eyes wild and desperate in his swollen, puffy face. He darted forward as Edmund passed, hand outstretched, fingers brushing his heavy woolen coat.Edmund recoiled, snatching his briefcase out of the boy’s grasp. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice brimming with indignation and more shock than he cared to acknowledge.“Sir, can you give—”“Most certainly not,” Edmund said, and strode on, staring resolutely at the bus stop ahead.
“Tragedy” by Jack Kimball
The Abbey Theater is alive. It is the season of ‘deeper thoughts and emotions’, the season of Yeats and Lady Gregory, the season of plays. And there on stage, with deeper thoughts and emotions, in welcomed applause, stands Sir Edward Forester, the playwright, the director, and the reason for the full house.The stage is set as a gentleman’s study, a library, a table, a grand fireplace, two souls. The one, old Sir Edward is a man aged in a most beneficial way, gray bearded, distinguished. He’s joined by his nephe...
“Return to Me” by Russell Mickler
The Wolfhound. Recalling the Past. Voiceless. A thick rain fell from a dark and foreboding sky when lightning tore open the night to reveal a lifeless body hanging from a noose above Mumling’s waterway. Nearby, a black, hungry wolfhound cringed. Frightened by the sudden burst of light and crack of thunder, it tucked its tail and made its way around the parameter. The dog growled at the witnesses as it wandered past. Bartram Humblefoot, the venerable Paladin of the Ancients, knelt rev...
“The Fisherman and the Faerie” by Reyna Stargaze
As the wind blew sand across the fire, the coins embroidering her skirt gave a chime. She tightened her shawl and sat cross legged on her worn woven rug. A small group of people sat around her, wrapped in thick blankets. Some were familiar faces, locals from the nearby village, while others were strangers, passing through on their travels. As the audience settled, the gypsy storyteller began to weave her tale."A long time ago, when the world was young, there was a fisherman who lived in a small village by the sea. This f...
“Tall Tales at Dollar Bill's Bar and Grill” by Kevin V
His drinking allowance gone, Rick sat at the bar nursing his last beer, pretending to watch the news, and wondering how to scam another. Looking around Dollar Bill's Bar and Grill, he spotted no one he knew. Other than a handful of people at two tables, the place stood empty. Most of the regulars came later, and his wife expected him home long before that. The door opened and two young men, probably profe...
“Raya Bones” by Jewel Storm
A woman walked into the dimly lit bar, her eyes scanning the room for a place to sit. She was tall and striking, with bleached blonde hair that fell in loose waves down her back. As she approached the bar, the bartender looked up, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he spoke. "What can I get you?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. The woman paused for a moment, her eyes scann...
“The Storyteller” by Jed Cope
Then there are the people watchers. I sometimes like to watch the people watchers. People watchers are easy to spot. They are sitting in a quiet spot, trying not to be conspicuous as they conspicuously indulge their voyeuristic pursuit, making back stories up for the people who catch their eye.Some people watchers are merely exercising their imaginations. Others are broken in some sad way, and they drag themselves out from the haven of their bedroom to watch others going about their business and th...
“Kayaking in Hong Kong” by Scott Christenson
I can’t wait for this story to end.As I sat in a hotel bar in San Francisco, my eyes are drawn to the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen. I approach and offer to buy her a drink. To my delight, she accepts, and we spend the next hour chatting and laughing. Then, she leans in and whispers in my ear, “I need to go, but if you would like to see me again.” She writes a name on a napkin and slips it into my front jacket pocket, “Meet me at this coffee shop in Milan.”“Milan, Italy?”She...
“The Vanishing Six” by Alex Solomon
The Vanishing Six The man pulled the shivering woman closer to his body. All around them, large drops of water thudded obnoxiously against the hard ground. The man grunted, he was uncomfortable, and unsure if he would make it through the night. The woman coughed violently against his bare chest, spewing a sticky discharge across his body. All he could do was hold her tighter, but he knew ...
“Ghosties....” by Julie Grenness
"Just shut up and write!" These words were resounding in Emily Hardiman's brain. By day, she was a petite 23 year old tutor, wearing bad skirts. That went with her profession, all she could afford. On Sundays, she was the mild mannered 'good girl', she taught the children at Sunday School. Yes, Emily was such a good girl. She was a trustworthy friend, placid, with a trim figure and honey-blonde hair that brushed ...
“Red Dog Lane” by Suzanne Seely
My Uncle Doolie was what everyone called, “different,” born from a bad egg, peculiar. To me he was just Doolie, my uncle on my father’s side, though I knew to keep a good walking distance behind him, out of harm’s reach you might say, that’s because Doolie had a flash fire temper, that most anything could make flare. When you last expected it, it would come at you like a cyclone and wail the life out of you. Do...
“A Modest Prophecy” by Andrew Hedgecock
A Modest Prophecy‘We need to circle the wagons,’ said the CEO, clicking to a slide showing month-by-month patronage for the current and previous financial years. There was a pause to allow us to grasp the significance of the image on the Boardroom screen, but the implication of the blue bars towering over their red neighbors was obvious.‘So guys, later this week I’ll be reaching out to each of you, to discuss rightsizing measures for your departments,’ she continued.
“The Real Author of This Story” by Kendra Lindholm
Our dwindling forces retreated further into a forest clearing until we encountered a sheer cliff wall. With the undead army approaching from all directions, it is here where we take our last stand. We turn to the approaching horde, I look over to my teammates, Ariana at my left, her bow at the ready. On my right, Garrack lifts his mighty hammer, preparing to bash in enemies' skulls.I look down at my blood-spattered sword, my teammates and I were trained in combat, unafraid of death, but the civilians with their makeshift...
“The Ring” by Valentina Santillana
It had nothing to do with him and everything to do with him. He was a jeweler. That’s what he did, he fixed jewelry. Sometimes beautiful pieces, sometimes simple pieces. And sometimes…stolen pieces. The afternoon was hot and humid, the small air conditioner giving its last hums of life. Suddenly, a man walked in, the small bell on the door tinkling. The jeweler looked up. The man was sweatin...
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