Category: Fiction
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299
“299.” “How do you know that?” Standing over the spilled various colored Skittles, a young girl asked. Blonde. Tightly braided pigtails trailed down her shoulders, tied in bows with a bright red ribbon. Her bib overalls were a little too big, the cuffs falling over her well-worn Chuck Taylors. On the front of the bib…
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Cohen, Levinsky & Associates
“Gerry! Hey Gerry! Can you hear me?” “Hmm?” Pulling off the Bose headphones, the young blonde stared straight ahead without blinking, waiting for her boss to say something. Instead of answering, she waited, knowing full well anything other than a correct response would warrant a severe tongue-lashing. “Gerry, didn’t we submit the billing for Harris…
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Church Ladies of Birchhaven
“What happened to Jennifer and Sarah? I thought they were friends.” After eating a light lunch at Pete’s Diner, Francis and Martha sipped their espressos. Both women were friends from the local Southern Baptist church, lifelong followers of Jesus, and very stuck in what they would say is their views of Christianity, regardless of how…
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What He Said
All I wanted to do was get a cup of coffee. In line and talking to the woman standing in front of me was the least of my concerns. As an on-air talent for a radio station, it’s not abnormal for fans to catch me somewhere and want to chat. And most of the time,…
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Worse than Mount Vesuvius
“The shockwave itself would be greater than the sum of all the worst volcanoes we’ve ever seen in the last hundred years, Todd. Worse than the eruption of Mount Vesuvius and the destruction of Pompeii. It’s impossible from today’s physics.” “But there’s quantum theory. What about the possibility of everything, everywhere, existing in one plane…
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Dreamer-ite-tist
“Just picture it,” his hands gesticulated wildly, “best resort on the whole freaking island! We’d be millionaires in no time!” Jonathan wasn’t surprised that Gary talked about sandy beaches, sunshine, and surfing. It was his longstanding passion. Living in Chicago wasn’t conducive to the tanning bed California look, nor his love for surf, beautiful women,…
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Judge Leimback (con’t.)
“Jared, I’m serious. He’s got it in for me.” “You are out of your mind, Angela. Judges don’t retaliate. Especially against attorneys, unless you’ve committed some egregious act against the court. Which,” he took a bit of his sandwich, “you haven’t.” He took another bite, staring at Angela. “Right?” The question was muffled,…
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Leimbach: The Judge
Three Starbucks cups, two stained with her red lip stain. Two cheeseburger wrappers, one from In-and-Out and the other from Burger King, sat discarded on opposite sides of the desk. On the other hand, each file folder was stacked neatly per each client. Angela couldn’t stand chaos on her desk. Wrappers, crumbled-up notes, pens, and…
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Midnight
Nightmares come alive at midnight. In the blackness of night, hope dies. But this time? “You’re breaking up with me? At midnight? On New Year’s Eve?” “I figured a clean break, new start. All that jazz. Start off the new year right.” She hugged me, but it was reflexive, not reminiscent of our romance. “Besides…
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The Corner of Broadway and First (con’t)
Two hours later, I came back to the same spot, the same people. A few more gathered near Maggie. She had procured another bottle, a little bigger than the last one I saw her drinking. “Suit Boy!” she shouted. “You came back. Cheers!” Maggie held the bottle out toward me, toasting me with it before…
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The Corner of Broadway and First
The streets were the same. The roads were just as pockmarked and potholed as the days previous. But something caught my eye. In a split second, it grabbed my attention, changing my viewpoint forever. It was him. Standing there. Standing on your standard street corner. The same place. Same time. Each and every day. Had…
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Ms. B
Standing up too fast, the girl reached for the wall, bracing herself. Stars filled her vision, but she didn’t pass out. Staring in front of her, she blinked a few times. Sweat quickly beaded across her forehead. “Are you okay, sweetie,” an elderly lady asked, touching her right arm. Thick glasses dangled from the…
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43
43. That’s the approximate number of muscles in our face. Using these 43 muscles can make a person’s day. Smile. Wait and see if the person you smile at doesn’t feel good, reciprocating with their own smile. It’s a simple gesture. Using these muscles indicates our happiness and contentment, helps us to appear more attractive,…
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Admiral Hiegel
Metal ripped to shreds. Glass shattering. Smells of hydraulic fluid and fuel. And heat, like from a fire. These are not the sounds and sensations you want to experience at the start of your day. I felt hot, like sunburned hot. I blinked a few times, unsure where I was or what happened. Someone,…
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Trauma’s Nightmare
“Doc! Wake up.” Blinking a few times, he tried to focus on his surroundings. Frequent travel meant hotel rooms, room service, and valets at your disposal. But when you’re at home? It’s not the same unless you have a spouse or significant other taking exemplary care of you. Terrence was getting used to the…
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A Past Life – Brent’s Story
Hanging off his left shoulder, his backpack looked heavier than it should be. Most of his life was tucked into the various pockets, including a cell phone and three rechargeable batteries. He was not used to being around people, having lived in the shadows and hillsides of civilized society. Talking was brutal, especially after not…
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Ford Van – Part IV – The Finale
Saying I was uncomfortable would be an understatement, especially with Jasmine and Adam keeping tabs on Amanda. Amanda and I were inseparable. She stuck by my side, making me feel like I had a girlfriend, even for one night. Jasmine wasn’t thrilled with keeping secrets from her best friend’s boyfriend, even less so because she…
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San Francisco Street: Part II
“Son, I can’t believe you finished your internship and decided to practice here at UCSF Medical Center. Why in the hell did you come back?” “I came back for you, Dad.” Red rolled his eyes and laughed. “Came back for me? What do you think you’re going to do, Nick? Save me?…
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San Francisco Street: Part I
“Relax, Nicholas. It’s not like I died or anything,” Red took a swig from the bottle wrapped up in a brown paper bag. The vodka went down warm, not that Red could taste it anymore. For him, it was like drinking water. “But you could’ve died.” Nick knelt next to Red, an odd thing…
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Cauchon’s Drive to Irvine
Looking through the plexiglass window to the man sitting on the passenger side of the back seat, I heard him ask me something. “Pardon me?” I asked. “What did you say?” My thoughts wandered for a second, driving through traffic on the 405 freeway. “I said, ‘Do you enjoy driving through this traffic? It…