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420 Minutes

It was a whirlwind between us that ended too soon...

The first time I meet you in a guitar store, strumming a Gibson Les Paul guitar I know you are the man I should be scared to get closer. My eyes behind my digital camera focus on your face while you are listening to the sound of the guitar. A penguin tattoo on your left tattoed hand stops playing, and you lift your head up to look in my direction as if you know that I am looking from behind...Read On

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Shining On

I meet up with a distant friend... Sort of.

It's unfortunate when you try something new and it all goes to pot. Big Dave is only too familiar with such misfortune, his rundown bar barely covers the rent and its faulty neon sign seems rather appropriate. Although, I kinda like the way his 'Rock Bar' trade name flickers and dies periodically, because sooner or later it always lights up and shines again. Despite its obvious...Read On

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Demon Within

The battle of at least two father's, is a young boy's newest war...

He forced open his mouth and filled his lungs, but the man’s clenched diaphragm only exhausted his terror in silence. No sounds of warning escaped to his doting young son. There was no more fight. The demon had finally come. The man’s immediate thought was how his boy would remember the coward that had abandoned him. There was no taste of blood. No tears. No feeling of love or hate,...Read On

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Pennies

Don't you want to know what blood tastes like?

The woman in the mirror spoke to her. This was before she covered all the mirrors in the house. This was back when she was like eleven, maybe twelve, before all the crazy shit happened. Back when they first moved into the house. The woman had been in her mirror for some time. Hiding. At first, Em didn’t even now she was there. She thought it was her own reflection. Em noticed the woman...Read On

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More Cop Humor

It was a beautiful Saturday in June when I received a call from dispatch. It seems a bus driver had three youngsters on her coach that were a little too young to be on their own. The female driver had called her dispatcher who in turn dispatched me. I was to intercept the bus and wait for the parents to arrive. I caught the bus on a regular layover and had the kids exit the coach. It seems...Read On

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Solar System

I wonder how they talk...

  Another usual weekend morning in the family. The Sun was cooking breakfast, while her children were in the family room.   Mercury, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto were noisily playing scrabble. Mars was doing his school homework and get confused about something, so he asked, "Earth why is it your lands are more fertile than mine?" Earth stopped her knitting and lifted her shoulder....Read On

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The Storm

I wrote this story for a competition in the RNLI magazine 'Lifeboat'... It didn't win.

The rain lashed noisily against the windows and drummed upon the flat roof of the dormer. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to shut out the incessant din but it was no use. The howling wind whistled around the eaves reaching a thundering crescendo before dying away, only to return with equal ferocity moments later.   Outside she could hear the distant roar of the sea,...Read On

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The Square

As the drums and pipes played on

As the drums and pipes played Tribal King we stood our ground.  We the fresh and young troops of our King stood and watched the foolish French below.  For today we have been told it shall end here, end today.  The shout goes up and down the line, "Form right."   Our old man paced to the front, proud of his lads.  Stopping here and there to tap a shoulder, a word of courage to his green...Read On

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Brightest Star

You the keeper of my internal flame that shall forever burn bright

Ever since man looked to the heavens, they have tried to understand the mysteries that surround them. To make sense of the unknown and to label the mysteries. Look to the heavens and you shall see Sirius, the brightest night star. But to me the brightest star is you.  Yes for you are my pillar and my celestial guide. My Nephi you became my Angel. When I stumble with my day to day life, I...Read On

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All about the nice VA lady and a new iPhone

I'd been making gestures at my computer for years, well, at least one particular gesture...

How’s by you, Grady Lee? Funniest thing happened yesterday. This nice lady from the Veterans Administration stopped by and said what I really needed, I mean with my having gone from hard of seeing to being blinder than any known bat, was one of those so-called smart Apple iPhones. I told her I knew a bit about the thing, how you made gestures to work it, and let her know I'd been...Read On

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One Day on the Armored Truck

A true story

Warning: Very coarse language used in two places. One of the best jobs I held prior to my days in law enforcement was working for an armoured car company. I drove an older armoured truck that would take a tank to dent. The hours were good and the pay was decent. It was one of the only places that I would come into work on my off days if asked. We spend our days picking up and delivered...Read On

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Disconnected

Leaning as far over as she dared, she peered under the lake’s gently rippling surface. She could see all the way to the silt and rock bottom but couldn’t discern a black rectangle protruding from it. The phone was gone. “Stupid, stupid,” she muttered. “Where is it?” She risked leaning even farther, searching beneath the canoe but the old wooden vessel creaked in protest and tilted...Read On

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Scamp's Adventures: A Trip to the Library

best friends having fun

 

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Storm

One enchanting night...

  They are standing by the window wrapped in each others arms. Enjoying the view of the enchanting super blood blue moon, brightly shining in the starless night sky. Fireflies are like stars below. Flying around the lovers as they kiss, surrounded by the magical glow. Storm is brewing between the lovers as their kiss turns to one passionate kiss after another, ignites a fire within...Read On

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Christopher's Toil

his recent lack of human contact had done little to dispel the myth...

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves which had been scattered haphazardly around the secluded woodland cabin. The local druids knew that the spirits of the trees from which the leaves had been collected would wander the nearby environment to watch over their every fallen stipule and bract. Of course, the reason for enticing the tree spirits to this incidental vigil over the dwelling was to...Read On

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The Fisherman and the Mermaid

Do you believe in Mermaids?

    “Mermaids, Kelpies, Harpies,” he muttered. “Superstitious fools.” The old fisherman was motoring his dory out of the harbor. “They blame the lack of skill on make believe creatures.” Fishing had been down recently. Soon the fisherman had his 200 hook line baited and laid out. He laid back under a tarp and the stars to sleep. Waking, he started to retrieve the line. A club in...Read On

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Fatal Vision

When disbelief turns deadly...

I could not help remembering the old homeless man who explained that he possesses psychic abilities. I thought him nothing more than delusional when he told me he could see into the future, glimpsing visions of when and how others would die. I scoffed, for surely no one ever believed him. That exchange and his grim face were my last thoughts as I bled out on the street in front of the truck...Read On

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The New Patient

For her, the war had never been personal, but the new patient had fought there and been wounded.

On a hot Friday afternoon in the summer of 1970, a young nursing student left work at the VA hospital, and hurried out to the nearby bus stop on First Avenue. The usual stop-and-go Friday traffic appeared to be stuck on stop. From the open windows of a gypsy cab came the sound of an all-news station. “In other national news, a Defense Department spokesman said 18,000 of the 31,000 US...Read On

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Distance Dream

Tease the red hair lass

As the old man sits with his afternoon tea.  Pipe tightly between teeth, he nods off. Dreams flood over his old bones of the moors The moors of his childhood.  Happy days with his family.  The sounds of his youth good and bad The soulful sound of pipes move his dream along.  First a grand memory, dressed in his uniform teasing that beautiful red hair lass. A smile breaks free as his pipe...Read On

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The King Returns

The Myna sang in the heat of the day. Warm breeze blowing through the tall Maasai grass.  The hunter crept quietly toward his prey.  Stopping nose in the air.  Slow step by step.  His movement fluid and determined.  Low grunt, tail twitched. His nose filled with his prey scent.  Eyes flash. Muscle tense.  The King.  The mighty African Lion.  Charges his prey.  Rolling with huge paws...Read On

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Holding Sweet Dee

The bond they share makes beautiful music .....

After I finish the chores, the drudgery that is each day, I prepare for my time with Dee. She is simply the longest, most loving relationship I have ever had and tonight needs to be special. I light candles and turn down the stereo, wanting the mood to be perfect. It is our first time in such a long time. We used to have these little get togethers every day, now they are becoming far to rare...Read On

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The Garbage Man Returns, But Things Have Changed...

It happened at Rump's Bar one Friday night...

After my stay at the Salem State Sanitarium, Planetarium, and Hair Care Centre, I returned to a hazy Rump’s Bar - the scene of the infamous crime - and things had changed. Now sporting the stylish reverse Mohawk, affectionately called the Escobar Air Strip, one could spin me around blindfolded and I’d always find Uranus. My neck wound had healed, but I’d lost my hand-eye coordination....Read On

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scarecrow

metaphorical short-story flash fiction

Scarecrow. I am the hideous straw man, looking twisted in broad daylight. Patched together carelessly with old-fashioned clothes, and hung up like an unappreciated martyr, looking upwards towards the skies. I scare away flying pests, with my twisted expression and evil intent. Even humans pass me by, shuddering away, as the crows hawk in abundance, field mice and insects scuffling below...Read On

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Twitching curtains

She was late home last night and... GEORGE! Come and see!

Cleaning the window frames with a bicarbonate and vinegar mix as I do every Thursday, keeps my neighbourhood safe. Saves the faffing of EVERYONE ringing the council if the dustbin men don’t arrive. George was a heavy smoker back in the day and I proudly adhere to keeping appearances up- old habits die hard. “George! Some fella is at the door!” ”Are you listening? Stop copping a deaf...Read On

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Bugsy's Revenge

Frank Danger has two choices: Think fast or die.

I was tailing the unfaithful husband of a neurotic client down a dark alley when someone slipped behind me and put a gun to my neck. I heard Bugsy’s voice and knew I had a problem. “Frank Danger, P.I.!” he said with a delighted baritone that rumbled like a dump truck. “Bugsy.” He laid a heavy mitt on my back and sent me staggering. Bugsy was a great guy. I thought the world of him. ...Read On

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Zander's Encounter

Zander trips out.

  A white ball streaked across green felt and snapped into a triangle of colorful balls. The formation exploded, and the balls thumped off rails, clicked off one another, came to rolling stops. Two stripes fell into pockets. Billy Miller removed a greasy baseball cap, ran a hand through greasy hair, returned the cap to his head, and said: “I hate you.” Stephen Zander smiled and chalked...Read On

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The DEATH took away an iron man after 80 hours lying under the three layers of concrete

The story is telling us about a simple man, how much he persevered with his passion for life.

Based on a true story, which took place in Sichuan, China after a massive earthquake on 12 May 2008. In his last few words, he said, ‘I am the first one who is lying under the three layers of concrete in the world. I don’t have any great ambition in my life. All I want to do is just sharing a quiet life with my adored wife. I won’t give my family up. I need to be tough. I have to be tough...Read On

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L'important c'est la Rose...

Waiting for a love that will come one day.

It’s been an eternity since he was sitting on the bench in the pouring rain. It’s been an eternity since the skies have forgotten how the blue might have looked. It’s been an eternity since Heaven and Earth had been washed together by the ashen grey diluted in every raindrop and every speck of cloud. He was raining for ages inside. The pain of the abandoned heart was gathering into...Read On

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RIP Rudolph Valentino

Little kitten, you never learned to meow properly in the short time we had you. You made weird, half-assed cat noises, now it is very, very quiet at meal times. I will miss coming home to find you sleeping on the end of my bed, or sometimes to find your poo on my bedroom floor. I will miss how easily wound up you were, and the scratches you gave me from constantly messing with you. I will...Read On

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Hellions

Shop shop til you drop

Shelley’s monsters are wailing at me like their lives are at stake, and this guy wants to talk about insurance. Oh, I’ll call him all right – no question. Thanks for the card. The brats pull me free. They lead me past a shoe store, a phone store, a jeweler. We go by a kiosk for t-shirts, a kiosk for hobby drones, a chattering pack of teenage girls, and now we’re near the food court. I...Read On