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“Follow The Light” by Howard Seeley

As he opened his eyes, Lazarus was greeted by a flickering light. But unlike any other light he had seen before, it was brilliant as a thousand suns, but at the same time, calm and comforting. The source of the light seemed to draw him, beckoning him to come closer. The glimmer seemed to reflect off of unseen surfaces and it filled the air, pierced his skin, and filled him with energy. As the light strengthened him, a b...

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“Active Shooter” by Donna X

I can still recall the flashing blue siren on top of the Sheriff’s Ford sedan that flickered one last time after the Active Shooter blew it out with his 9-millimeter.Now, I must tell you my story. Before an autopsy does it for me. I’ve been speeding down the Highway of Fear for my whole life. As a little girl, I feared the monster under my bed. Today I fear the monster that breeds in my head. I fear flying. I fear dying. I fear drowning. I fear bridges, balconies, parking garages, pools...

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“Radiating a Message ” by Anita Wilson

It always takes an absence so great to cause a flicker of light. As he brushed his hand over the dancing flame, the holy illumination was a reminder of this symbol of truth. Such light can reignite and fire an imagination to move it away from the darkness or the intense feeling of pain, it becomes the perfect distraction from hovering too long over any sorrow of loss. Having walked through these ornate walls many...

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“To Carry Me Home” by Hannah P. Simmons

(For my Father)Mama’s house is at the end of the shortest street in Bennetsville. It isn’t even what you’d call a street, really. Just a little hook off the main road that circles behind Jason’s greenhouse. I don’t know if there’s even a street sign there. Us locals know where to find it, and travelers don’t have no reason to look. Nothing there for them to be interested in, ‘cept maybe the greenhouse or the little church just past that. But for me, it’s home.Or, it was.Growing up on this littl...

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“Unlocking the Door” by Rebecca Miles

Gripping the reassuring weight of the heavy silver key, she makes her way through the gate, letting it clang shut behind her, hoping the tenants might hear her approach. She tries to remember the last time she was here, turning the key over and over in her pocket as if that will unlock the memory, but it stays stubbornly shut. A year ago? The inspections used to be annual, they were hardly needed more regularly when the House was brand sparkling new, all fresh paint and glittering windows.Of course, she remembers a time when she’d ...

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“Love Thy Neighbour” by Seán Mc Nicholl

Father John dabbed a hand to his forehead which was rather damp with sweat. He was now evermore regretting the cup of tea he had accepted from Mrs Banfield. The mathematics had been plain to see; a warm sunny day plus a seat by the window plus his black cassock plus the tea could only have one outcome. But he was on the battlefield and sacrifices had to be made. “Offer it up for the suffering souls”, his mammy would have told him. That had been her response to every suffering imaginable, great or small; intractable...

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“I'd Take It If I Could” by Amanda Blackwood

Oh, Mark. What has become of you? It was obvious that we were both incredibly happy to see one another. We were both terrified at the same time, and both terrified for the same reason. We didn’t want you to get sick. I’d spend every single day here at your apartment with you if I could. Already your neighbors know me by name. I spend more time in your apartment than I do in mine. Five days a week I'm with you. We watched TV for a long time yesterday. Binge watching a series with you is a new experience. At one point you lai...

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“Daddy's Chair” by Keri Dyck

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. Her name was Rana, and she lived on a farm. Her family was made of a dad, a mom, six brothers, eleven cows (Bessie died last fall), two dogs, and three cats. This day started off quite ordinary. Her brothers were milking the cows.Rana took her little bucket and walked carefully to the first milking stall. Annabelle, the biggest cow, looked at her with big, solemn eyes. Randy, her brother who was leaning against the cow’s side with his hands working the tea...

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“The Projectionist” by Seán Mc Nicholl

Look at them all sitting there before me. Sitting in their darkness. It’s as if I am their god. If I will it; life springs forth before them. If I dictate it; they are hot or they are cold. If I say let there be light; there is light. I am in control of their lives. I created this world for them and now they dwell in it. The darkness is broken by the life before them. ...

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“You are not a hero” by Callum Mc Gee

You are not a hero Your scowls conceal tears, your jaw carrying the world's weight swinging clenched fists in societal pools. Your chest is a nitrogen prison, encasing a frozen heart, dreading warm spots. You are not a hero, so why are you cast as one? Your eyes are medieval spears impaling breast bones, slicked-back hair, and endomorph body a partner deterrent. Heroes are golden boys clad...

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“Run Short Story” by Michelle Reid

The land is flat, and the winds blow strange. I see the bird of death circling outside my window over a hurt rabbit waiting for it to die. Way in the distance I see the lights faint for the city. I hear the wind blow cool and whirling in the attic. I turn to the fields looking out the window of my room and see a figure walking through the high wheat slowly at first and then clutching to his hat to block the strong wind. ...

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“Finding Strength Through a Window to the Past” by Mari Eygabroad

"Why?" Rhyane called out as she wept, her tears mixing with the water cascading down her body. A shower usually made her feel better, like washing away all her disgrace, but it wasn't working this time. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her, not bothering to dry off. She walked to her bed and stared at the scattered divorce papers. "How did I get here? I don't understand." She shoved...

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“Higher Power” by Parshalla Wood

Today is Tuesday and my brother Little Hatchi is sitting at the breakfast table, and he is whimpering loudly. Mom tells him to please stop whimpering or go to his room until he thinks he can eat without interrupting everyone else’s breakfast. The reason for Little Hatchi’s whimpering is that 4 days ago, his best friend and kitty, Boxer was run over by a car and died. My brother hasn’t been the same since. He’s not...

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“The best description of myself.” by Marcie Peacock

I feel like I have an innate ability to know I passed away from an insatiable thirst in a past life. While wondering through the proverbial desert that the King James version of the bible refers to as a place where Jesus conciliated during his wondering years. I have always had a thirst for life, a thirst for knowledge, always an overwhelming thirst for a higher level of knowledge and for pursuing an unk...

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“Thoughts of a Mass-Goer” by Seán Mc Nicholl

Warning: racism/xenophobia Hello Lord, it’s me, I’m back again. I thank You for the past week, You give me more than I deserve. I want to give everything to You. Jesus, I trust in You. Save us all from the fires of hell and lead all souls to heaven. Mind you, it is a bit cold in here this evening, I wish they’d turn the heat on. They neve...

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