Category: Short Story
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Locked
6 AM in the middle of winter was a terribly dark and cold hour to be up and about but it was the only time Yusuf and his friend, Aaron, had to go to the gym. Going together made it harder to come up with excuses not to go and they’d been going together for…
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Night Flight
Flying at night was so different than flying during the day. It was an obvious fact if you stopped to think about it but so few people did. That was probably because most people weren’t pilots. If you were flying by instruments it didn’t change too much about how you navigated. Most of the time…
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Still
There was never a morning when the alarm didn’t seem to be too early, and no alarm ever sounded nice. They were always screeching, high pitched, and annoying. Perhaps if they were anything else they wouldn’t work. Or maybe there were better alarms out there that only a lucky few knew about. Whatever the case…
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Morning Ride
Morning on the beach was Nefir’s favorite. There were no crowds, no noise besides the wind and the surf, and she could ride for miles up and down the sandy shores watching the sun rise. Her horse this morning was Starfish. She usually rode him on her morning rides because he seemed to enjoy it…
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Airport Morning
“Morning, Earl.” It was the usual greeting he got as he arrived for work. It was only technically morning in that most people were still asleep and it was hours before sunrise. “Another early day,” Earl groaned as he passed through security. “At least mornings are quiet,” Tessa, the TSA agent checking him, said. “They’re…
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The Watcher
(Photo by Time Dusenberry) I think I can see a bird. There’s hints of red and brown plumage, flickers of movement, among the foliage above my head. But then I ask myself, why would there be any birds here? Then again, why not? Birds can go where they please, flying. I, on the other hand,…
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Avoidance
(Image provided by Erin Elizabeth) It was not a good day. In fact, it had been several days since Adrick had had a good day. Was it too much to ask for even a few hours without something major taking place that needed his attention? It was midday and he hadn’t had more to eat…
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Once More, With Feeling
(Image provided by Jameson Knopp) Word had already arrived. The heroes were dead, fallen at the very foot of the Dread Lord’s castle. The last hope of all mankind was lost. Most people back in the village were still weeping, lamenting the coming doom. Already, on the horizon, the black clouds could be seen gathering.…
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Helping
(Image provided by Paul Cleveland) Danny disliked the new home. It was fine enough during the day but at night things changed. At night, the walls began to whisper. Most of the time it sounded like faint hissing, or perhaps someone whispering just far enough away that you could hear them but not understand what…
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The Storyteller
(Image provided by Megan Durham) “In ancient days, the earth spoke. It gave forth warnings, hints for the future, and aid in times of great need. It was beloved by all but a few. Those few recognized that the earth was also preventing people from advancing, and so they sought for a way to silence…
Bridge of Broken Glass 