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Too Quiet to Sleep
Clint couldn’t sleep. It was too hot and there wasn’t even a breath of breeze to help cool him off. The curtains in front of his open window just hung there, limp, as evidence of the still night air. He’d already thrown off his blankets and stripped down to his shorts. Outside his window he…
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In the Dark Part 2
Mbabi, Kess, and Sheza sat quietly in a clearing overlooking the first villa on the island. Mbabi and Sheza had spent several minutes searching for their gear and Johan’s body without success. Neither had they found any sort of trail to show them where the attacker or attackers had gone. After that, they’d come and…
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New Stars
The sun had just gone down beneath the horizon and the smells of campfires and food already filled the air. The heat of the day would last well into the night, as it so often did during Summertime. There were scant clouds above and no one expected rain for several more weeks. Still, everyone gathered…
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In the Dark Part 1
It was cold and cramped inside the narrow closet. It was the sort of closet that would barely contain a couple of coats before it was overfull. A useless closet for most bedrooms. This one was empty of clothing, though a few stuffed animals were smashed up into the back corners. The rest of the…
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Carlos and Titan
The kennels were dark when Carlos came in to begin his shift. They were always dark when he came in. The first thing he did was turn on the lights. The old florescent bulbs flickered and, one by one, held their steady greenish glow. They were terrible lights, really, but there wasn’t much he could…
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Canvas
Malcom knew that few things in life are definite or objectively true. So many idioms existed for the sole purpose of establishing this fact: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder being the chief example. And yet, Malcom was never fully comfortable with that knowledge, especially when it came to art. Art couldn’t be…
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Foraging
Constance trudged through the heavy undergrowth. Years uncounted of forest litter had piled up so deeply that, at times, she found herself sunk up to her hips in the decaying matter. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant or dangerous; there wasn’t much moisture in the ground, and neither were there any venomous insects of snakes in this…
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The Hour
Somewhere in the night, a creature, probably a cat though it may have been something else, yowled. It was followed shortly by the sound of metal trash cans falling over and their contents spilling out. Silence took a moment to reassert itself and then everything was still once more. It was the hour between, in…
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Cooking with Nightshade
Cooking was, in The Chef’s opinion, the oldest art form unique to the human race. How exactly cooking came about was unknown. Perhaps some primeval ancestor to humans had found something edible in the wake of a wildfire and began to search out those fire roasted meals? Or perhaps fire making was discovered first, as…
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The Piano
It was cold and dark in the auditorium. As Carlena pushed the doors open, she let in shafts of light that highlighted the motes of dust that hung and swirled in the air. Her mother and the owner, Hank, followed her in, silently, and settled themselves into the seats near the back. The auditorium was…
Bridge of Broken Glass
Stories from my mind that won't be quiet
Bridge of Broken Glass 