The Otsego House
/The scene through wall…
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…New York State Route 51, which runs north and south through the village of Morgan’s Landing, there was the Otsego House where local drinkers gathered…
By D.A. Helmer
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That Kind Of Stuff
/…for only a short while. I had it right in my hands. I’m still not sure if it escaped my grasp or if I intentionally let it go. I'll tell you this though, if there's a chance in hell to just touch it for a brief moment once again, I’d consider myself a lucky man. I bet there’s plenty more sorry bastards…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreOne Of Those Dreams
/…the fourth. See, there were countless days in my journey, but I only count four." The old man continues, pointing his callous finger in some direction, "the first day I was born. On the second day, I met a squirrel. On the third day, I burned my…
By Blue
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/…entered the coffee shop and headed for the counter. The place was full of people, each of them seemed different and quirky in their own way. Manchester’s Northern Quarter attracted a different type of person than other parts of the city. This lot were cooler and more hip than visitors to the rest of the…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreScreaming In The Night
/…flailed about on his bed, entangled in a mass of sweaty sheets and blankets. David slowly started to come out of his stupor, stuck in a surreal and frightening dimension between sleep and wakefulness. His eyelids felt stuck together and his mouth was…
By The Sicilian Storyteller
Read MorePalindromeda Strained
/A one-sentence tale of terror…
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…the legends of ancient sagas, it was a tenet of the madam of their unorthodox civic group, whom they lovingly referred to as “Mom,” that on each Halloween at midnight, exactly twelve hours after noon, they would team up with pals and slap each other silly…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreMeant to Be!
/…quest that begins anew each waking moment. An agonizing search for something that may well be gone forever. Once lost, lost, and life will never be the…
By Fran Pearce
Read MoreDid I Get Lost…
/…an exhausting effort of trying to make the driver understand that he should stop on the hilltop “in front of the stairs that reached up to the cemetery road” at the beginning of that slope that descended towards my home. He could hardly understand my…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read MoreAn Inspirational Conversation
/After a spirited Saturday…
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…slept comfortably until the natural wakeup call peeked through the blinds. Without any encouragement his eyes opened, and a split second later last evening’s debate resurfaced in the youngster's…
By Marc OBrien
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