SnapShot-- Chapter Two

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…was just like you. Except only better.

When the social media infection first began to spread, she was one of the very few who took it seriously. While everyone flocked to SnapShot and posted their selfies, lunches, and parties (with no less than three gaudy filters slapped one on top the other), she had taken the time to re-search the art of photography and modeling. Before everyone else, she knew the difference be-tween a 10mm lens and a 50mm lens, long exposure and exposure compensation, advertorial and editorial.  

She had used her phone like everyone else, but went the extra…


By Rich Etienne

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SnapShot

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The first chapter of my new novel--SnapShot.

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…Bunny has Type 2 Diabetes.”

He sat in confusion, eyes blinking for clarity at the little girl that stood before him, no older than six years old.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“Bugs Bunny. He has Type 2 Diabetes. He’s gonna have to get his foot cut off, like gran’ma.”

With no idea how else to respond, he told the girl “okay”, and her mother called her back to her side, apologizing. He smiled and told her it was quite alright.

The noise in the waiting room was unbearable. Whenever the doctors and…

By Rich Etienne

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Idolatria (Prologue and Chapter 1)

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How do we percieve the unknown when it walks before us? And how far do we reach out to it? (The introduction to a work in progress)

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…didn't know him.

I think that's what stuck out to me the most, more than the mane of dark hair that fell around his shoulders, more than the tall boots, or the careworn jacket of black leather, or the chains that criss-crossed its lapel. These things certainly stood out to most people who passed him, surely, so prominent against the muted background of the church pew. But the fact that I had no…


By Matteo Polk

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Choices

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…didn’t intentionally choose a life of violence and murder.  My life kind of chose me.

     That’s what I tell myself anyway.  Believing as I do, diminishes my regrets and makes me feel less responsible.  After all, what choice had I really had?

     My childhood, or the lack of it, was without warm fuzzies and, ultimately, funneled me into service with the U.S. Navy.  Granted, it was a path I readily embraced, but the military wasn’t big on warm fuzzies either.  Instead of giving me a big family style hug, it honed my innate talents.  

     I learned many valuable things during my time in the service.   Among them was the foundational lesson that good…

By Madison Willoughby

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