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Dancing Shoes
Shad was leaving. She had no head and this was the last straw. He arrived at the store raving mad. He had rehearsed his plan well. He knew it inside out, from start to finish. On cue, he paused at home and packed her things in a carton box. She…
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The Ghost of Barnaby Lane
The little girl ran to her parents, trembling, and her face pale as the ice water. She was crying and muttering at the same time. The warm tears flowed down her cheeks and onto her mother’s hand. The man had appeared again.The mother consoled her, telling her that it was…
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The Indian Rider
Sometimes the rains come in April, filling the millions of crevices that the earth had opened, dying of thirst. Then thousands of seeds buried beneath the surface, burst to life, flooding the air with their sweet fragrances. Yet, always on the first day of May, as if nature had its…
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The Next-Door Neighbor
She thrust the hot wire in Randall’s nose and he screamed horrifyingly, as smoke and blood poured out of his nostril. She watched him patiently as he kicked and frothed from his mouth. She twisted the wire from left to right, pushed it back in, then twisted it again. When…
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The Grave Robber
I have seen it before in so many different ways. People who just want the spotlight. The cheering, the news, the crowds calling out your name. They live only for this. They are schemers, great thinkers, and people who could have made a greater contribution to the human race. Here…
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The Rolling Calf
Grandpa said that the people who died during an encounter with a rolling calf, died because of their fear. The mystic animal would increase its size based on the amount of fear it smelled on them. He did not consider the animal dangerous, and although he never met one, he…
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The Golden Goat
He raised his Glock semi-automatic revolver, and pointed, almost touching my face. I felt the cold sweat running down my forehead. My heart wanted to escape but I clenched my teeth and pressed my lips. I was steering down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. How did it come to…
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Train to Liliput
I am on vacation. I need to let my spirit roam far away from home. See new places, ride new trains, meet new faces, and hear new stories. I love stories. A good story can make my heart smile. What is a good story? I guess it differs from train…
