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I dropped my keys when a whisper accompanied by a sudden cool breeze kissed the back of my neck...
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The call kept going. Seven minutes in, and we’d covered the fact that we were indeed on yet another call. Other topics, such as Carl’s vacation at his…
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The moving walkway was packed, and not a single person was walking. The crowd stared at the sky, the walls, the ground, and each other. Not a soul…
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“…so the goose waddles back into the bar and says, ‘all right, I’m down.’” Shane delivered the punchline with raised eyebrows and a smile like he’d won…
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The side of his wrinkled hand became ink-stained from working the newspaper crossword puzzle. It was one of a few he had left in the scratched and…
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“Silly, thinking back on it. Everybody freaking out.” The grizzled man flapped his newspaper as if performing a magic trick and laid it aside his…
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The angle that the train clacked forward up the mountain seemed impossible from any view. More so from the inside. She thought about how many times they…
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I was the only one disturbed, fascinated, and questioning. The other soldiers, tired of the day's training had laid near the fire like scattered…
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The wind twisted smoke from the chimney of the cabin into swirls against the pale blue sky. He split a log with ease, then placed another...
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Hey there! In my "spare time" I write mostly sci-fi-ish, speculative fiction and will be testing out Substack for distribution. Along with short stories…
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