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Paris, Je Vous Combattrai
The protesters surrounded me, brandishing signs with anti-war slogans. I didn’t speak French, so I had no idea what they were shouting, but given my Navy dress uniform I could guess. Not wanting to cause trouble, I kept walking along the bank of ...
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Shooting Birds
I cocked the new BB gun in my shaking hands. The grass felt like a thousand little prickles against my arms. Quiet and still, I laid, staring down the barrel of the gun. The fat robin sat perched on the bottom beam of the fence, jutting its head to the...
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Kiss Me, I'm Inebriated
“I love St. Patrick’s Day!” the cute, drunk brunette told Dave. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Behind them, the band played a treacly version of Danny Boy, with the crowd in the bar singing along to the few bits that p...
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Lovely Girl
“Daddy?” a little voice asks into the developing morning. “Yes, honey?” a deep baritone answers. “Can I come see you?” A smile spreads across the father’s lips. “Sure, baby girl.” The pitter patter ...
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Caledfwlch
Emrys glanced over his shoulder and saw Lancelot place a hand on Guenevere’s shoulder. Emrys said, “I’m sure Lancelot –” Arthur’s eyes darkened. “I meant Mordred.” “It’s his mother’s fault,&...
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5 and a half years on...
Five and a half years on, and it still hurts. Someone told me at the time, I wouldn’t hurt forever. This memory always brings a smile to my face. How on earth can you not hurt when you lose your mom? Cancer. Acute Neuromuscular Lymphoma. Fatal, o...
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Repeat Mistakes
A letter just arrived, written in my own fevered hand and addressed to a Ryan Williams- me. The letter indicated knowledge of a night I cannot account for, and alluded to further answers found in my attic. I clearly was in a delusional state when I had...
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Residual Quintessance
I awake with a start, still feeling the sting of a shock gun on the back of my neck. Prying an odd piece of metal and plastic off my forehead, I notice my hands look different, rougher, more calloused than I remember. As I stand up shakily and try to t...
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Li'l Cap'n America
Tommy wanted nothing more than to be Steve Rogers. Who’s Steve Rogers? Well you don’t know your comic books now do ya? Steve Rogers is known by a different name: Captain America. Tommy was only 10, and yet he knew everything there was to kn...
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It's not Heaven
“Neat trick” The voice came so unexpectedly that Captain Anderson straightened up to attention as if it had come from his old army general, but he quickly placed the voice and relaxed. It was just god. He flicked off his sun glasses and dus...
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More Than A Picture
The picture on her desk suited her personality perfectly. It was of a desert, but not a pretty cactus flower, no. This was the hard-packed, wind-blown sand formations that resembled waves of the sea. This was a hot, hard, gritty place. It conjured the ...
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First Mission on Earth #1
Being an expert on the human species, Gabe was an obvious choice for the mission, yet even after all his research, he had totally underestimated his task. His holo-disguise as the “average man” denied him access to his targets; both wealthy...
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In The Moment, Out of Sense
The paint came in torrents, coating the canvas in dark swaths. White became gray became blue became white again, all layered in savagery and revenge to rival the throws of Mother Nature. Tints of brown and gold swept up from below, buffeting up against...
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Last Moments
The ride down to my sister’s room was excruciatingly long. I wished I could get up and run to her, but I was too weak. A few minutes later I was in the room with my sister. As soon as I saw her, my weak, pathetic heart skipped a beat. She had tub...
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Tee and La: Our Rooms
“Well, as long as you two are going to stay here, I should show you where you can sleep,” Varkus said. He motioned us forward, then left the room, and we followed. We walked down the dark hallway that was all to familiar. The long dark red ...
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On the Moon
I drove past the house that morning, looking for Abigail. She was gone. She told me she was going to wait for me, that I wasn’t going to be alone through all this. I guess I fell for that. Still, I stood on the porch for an hour or so, hoping that sh...
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The Mirror
When I look into the mirror, I’m not there. I’m almost never there. I look into the mirror and I see a person I never planned to be. I planned to look into the mirror and see friends hovering around, dying to talk to me. I would see flashin...
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A Day in the Life
Awakening is so strange nowadays. Bland, dull, lifeless colors give way to a bland, dull, lifeless day. Muscles stretching gives way to bones creaking. You think that you have so much to do, so much to live for. You don’t, though. This bed is abo...
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A Sneeze and a Dead End
The sound of my stifled sneeze was a faint phut! in the surprisingly muffled room. I stood up on something that felt squishy. Fishing my lighter out and flicking it on, I squinted in the dim illumination. By estimation the room was about 20 by 20 feet,...
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Rose: Run!
“Wait just a minute!” Joe said, as he pulled my arm. I tryed to yank my arm away. “Let me go!” I shouted. His grip only tightened. “I never touched Kathy! I swear!” Joe said, pleadingly. I narrowed my eyes. “I ...
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The Dogwood Also Rises
I love to stand on a path in the woodlands in early March and look closely. As I cast my gaze out at the barren trees and the verdant pines, I find the ghostly dogwood trees staring back. They are dwarfed by the full-grown trees surrounding them. They ...
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Tee and La:Whoa!!
He stepped forward, closing the space between us. Then he raised his hand. I stiffened, waiting for him to try and hit me. But when his hand touched me, it didn’t hurt. He gentily caressed my face. I froze, shocked. “I guess you’re ri...
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It's All White
White…it’s all white. That’s all I can think of, strangely. The sheets on the bed, the floors, the walls…all of it is white. The cover on the IV hooked up to my arm. The hospital gown I’m wearing. Or wait…no, I think that’s more green. Bu...
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This is You
Look in a mirror. Don’t stop staring. Slowly, you begin to notice small imperfections about yourself. A pimple under the lip. A cut above the eye. You begin to realize your reflection has a bit longer hair than you thought you had. And its eyes a...
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Day Five
Dear Diary, We have a sort of crude generator running in the stream, which was pretty awesome timing as just as we attempted to hook it up to the house’s electric system a fucking MASSIVE bolt of lightning hit the guy at the end of the road’...
