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River Road

Wanda Wilbur watched the paddle holster holding the grip-worn .38 Special slide onto the sturdy, sweat-stained leather belt. “You goin’ out? You been...

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The Dive

It was a beautiful brisk Manhattan autumn evening in 1984. Jimmy and Frankie were getting back on patrol from their meal. They had enjoyed a late sup...

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The Teletubies

The sound of people gossiping and laughing surrounded him, as well as the smell of extremely bad body odour and cheap deodorant. Just like any other...

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The Stones

I watched a small family move into the house across the street a few months back. We learnt they were called the Stones. They did not relate with the...

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Decay in Mechanical Dust

It entered with a quiet beep, and a surge of electricity piped at its end. The key turned as the work began. Reid Enstrom stood in the darkened s...

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Bottle in Bordeaux

by Bruce MemblattI am Louis Supree. I am five feet and ten inches tall. It’s no accident the vineyard I own in Bordeaux is the most successful vine...

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A Natural

Do you mind if I come in? - Editor by Sylvia HivenThe shape on the other side of the stained glass door was all too familiar to Bill. He knew that da...

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Feet

Just because people have a romanticized notion of prom, doesn’t mean that it isn’t magical.I stood in my room getting dolled up.I dashed over to the...

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