Better Pikin

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…first time papa said:

"Son, we’ve a serious talk,"

'Serious talk with papa' an afterthought came as I out-walk from the inner room to the sitting room, from there to the veranda.

I was in the mood of music with the piece in my ears making me go gaga like lady gaga. Papa was actually outside waiting for me as he glanced through The Punch Newspaper, he sat on a chair with his leg crossed viewing a vivid picture of some gang rapist.

"I’m here father."

I shouted as though I whispered due to the earpiece in my ears while…

By Williams A.Beloved

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My First Kiss

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…was a nice night.” May sat in the passenger seat, feeling her body relax as the car’s headlights illuminated her neighborhood sign.

“Thanks for finally coming out with me,” Jake said. “I feel like I’ve asked you out every day for months. Every day since you started Jamison.”

“My mom thinks it’d be good for me to get out of the house.”

Jake stopped the car in front of her house and twisted toward her, smiling.

May looked into his dark eyes, her heart fluttering in her throat.

“You’re beautiful.” He grazed his hand down her arm.

A dirty room…


By L.L. Asher

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Mountain Justice

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…had heard it more times than he cared to. Ted this, Ted that. Well, where the hell was Ted? he thought. Ted was the savior, the new director who would change things and turn them all into geniuses. After the last financial report we were told we were geniuses, he recalled. So why would they even consider a new boss?

“I have just received a call from Ted,” the Chief Of Operations announced over the intercom. What miraculous deed has the Mighty Ted performed now? Bob thought sarcastically. “It appears Ted has opted for a position with another firm. He…

By Robert L. Scarry

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Inka's Curse Part 20: Lost in Thought

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…only we were here to go fishing. Fishing is exciting, and its reward is so delicious that it catches your senses and envelops you in its delights. The exquisite taste of fish makes me love fishing, but what I attached to it is that it's in my genes, as my father could never get away from the shore and I will not either.

I loved the tree under which my father sat to weave our huge nets, my dad told me incredible stories. I could spend hours sitting there listening, but I preferred hearing his stories as we walked in…


By Cristina Collazo

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Picking Up Katie

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…much?” Angie asked her reflection in the rearview.  

She wiped the black mascara smudges from her cheeks, then grabbed a hair-tie and smoothed her tangled locks into a ponytail. She opened her car door, stroking her oversized shirt. Crumbs rained onto the concrete.  

At the daycare entrance, she tapped the code to enter, but the door remained locked. She tapped it again. Nothing. 

The girl at the desk walked to the door and opened it. 

“Thanks.” Angie stepped into the lobby. “You guys change your code?” 

The girl shrugged. “I’m new. It’s 2231.” 

“They must’ve changed it.” Angie leaned against…


By L.L. Asher

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Inka's Curse Part 19: The Shipwreck

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…I wasn't so great, the sword wouldn't be protecting me. It doesn’t matter if I believe in myself or not. I know by heart that I don’t have much of a choice on this.

If the queen earnestly wanted me dead, wouldn’t I be dead? She knows that at least this sword can do it. 

“I can join you, you know. We can survive together.”

“I don’t know. You’ve done enough for me already. You don’t have to join me. In these challenging times, being in a group gets you killed.”

“Maybe sometimes, but it also offers you a possible…


By Cristina Collazo

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Pleasant Chaos

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One-year old Penny and her friends chaotically entertain.

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…was always something going on at the Reinholt’s home. The activities seemed to surround one-year old Penny. Two new residents had arrived as birthday guests thanks to daddy. A tan-colored Yorky named, Coffee Con Lache, or just “Coffee,” continually sought Penny’s attention. A darker colored fur-ball kitten with yellow eyes was named Tea Con Lémon (“Tea”. The kitten) spent most of the day hiding from a pesky Penny.

The three youngsters made it a practice to empty the toy basket and tease each other with a favorite toy. Coffee had claimed a…

By Robert L. Scarry

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Inka's Curse Part 18: Request 2

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…queen smiles. I’m unsure if that’s a good sign. The queen bore scars on her neck. When we met, I was able to see they were lettering.

She nodded and said, “Yes, of course. I can help her too.”

“Alright what do I have to do?”

She told me that a dragon was the source of there being more creatures in our land and how he was a threat to us all. He was responsible for what happened to Oakheart. He put a spell on those people who had attempted an attack on Wellspring.

They also attacked the ship where…


By Cristina Collazo

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Postcard

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…Harris shuffled methodically through boxes and unorganized piles of her parents history in New Orleans, as well as their separate lives before their marriage. Her father, Henry’s life in Chicago, as a boy, and then San Francisco. And her mother, Marjorie’s in India, Japan and Europe.

Her mother’s letters to old college friends, as well as childhood playmates, were amazingly devoid of any real substance. Her journals, from her teenage years through college were the exact opposite. They were incredibly detailed.

Olivia could almost picture the sleek old halls of the boarding schools in Austria, Switzerland and England. She could…

By Abigail Moore

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Inka's Curse Part 17: Request

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…Ellen replied, “Send her in.” She looked up to observe me enter. I wondered what she thought of me. Most people regard me as a helpless weakling. Now was most likely now different as I struggled not to show my cowardice. The queen bore scars on her neck. I was able to see they were lettering. 

I don’t know what she expects, but I’ve been looking forward to this meeting. 

I should just be straightforward with her. “I’m sorry my queen. I know that it looks bad for me, but it was an accident. I didn’t know these things belonged…


By Cristina Collazo

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