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Eye of the Beholder

My fingers itch.  It’s as if an electric current, a magnetic charge, thrums through them.  Into the razorblade and back again.  How ca...

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Fish Hook

Fine blonde hairs on taught limbs moved in the breeze. The door slammed down as the breeze left them and they were alone in the dark cold space where...

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The House With The Dolls

I looked up at the black painted balcony and all the dolls. They were brightly coloured with pigtails and of various shapes and sizes. I stood ther...

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The Pits

“Nice job on the Routledge case, Detective,” Myers called as Detective White shrugged his coat on. “I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a thousand times....

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My Wife Glows in the Dark

by Brian RossMy wife is following me.Again.Lately, I have been distant: hands-off when she wants me to be hands-on, too busy or too tired when she...

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Shaking through Security

Mullally was in uniform, his preferred uniform of blue jeans and Rutgers sweatshirt — a shirt loose enough to drape over his 9 mm Glock.  He cou...

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The Performance

The director slammed his script to the floor in disgust. This was the eighth take. The eighth time his leading actor had blown the scene. The actor...

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Laurel

It was summertime,1947, and a warm breeze swirled through the neighborhoods caressing old brick homes with white painted porches and radios blasting...

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