The Phone Call

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It' always a simple phone call that changes your life. This piece is about a phone call changing my dreams about my first grandchild.

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My husband, Ron and I, were staying at the Dashwood Manor Seaside Bed & Breakfast, an historic English Tudor mansion built in 1912. It sat on the cliffs tucked up against the Beacon Hill Park in Victoria, British Columbia with a view of the San Juan Islands. We were celebrating my forty-eighth birthday and Mother’s Day, they always fall within a few days of each other.

We walked to a nearby coffee shop for a late…

By Linda George Brown

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Would You Like to Place an Order Now?

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…sincerely hoped he was the last to arrive for the big occasion. He entered through the unguarded stadium door and quickly mixed into the bustling throng of people on the arena floor. He scanned the crowd and estimated it numbered close to a thousand or more. All wore shirts and hats for and against various peoples and parties. Literally everyone held signs and banners that screamed the name of their fearless leader, President Lügner (Lug) Widerlich.

Quint worked his way to a point near the front of the stage where a group of burly men stood to keep the exuberant…

By Alex Starke


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A Day to Remember

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…busy day but I had managed to get Mom and Dad to let me go outside and play for a couple hours before the wedding. As long as I promised to come straight home and get ready. I was to be on my best behaviour and under no circumstances was I to pick on Ginny today. It was a big day for her. I didn't really care about Ginny's big day. So what she was getting married. People got married everyday! But I agreed to their demands and spent my free time playing baseball with the guys at the empty…

By Leah Pryor

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The Last Weekend with Our Storyteller

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…I was little, my brother and I loved to visit an old man on the mountain, kilometers away from our village. He lived on his own. In a hut, which admittedly, I was obsessed with: old man had built it with twigs between bamboos and embroidered it with eternal soul— so immortal it never gone for a Burton. A skill that was rather incongruous to how the Rwandan villagers built their huts; so impeccable that from a distance, it seemed to be plastered together in harmony with his personality. Old man had a gentle demeanour, and he must have borrowed…

By Tshepo S. Molebatsi

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Hurt by Favorite Fantasy

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…your boyfriend last week. You are so lucky. He was very nice. So, I was alone in a bar waiting for a friend to celebrate my first salary, and your man and his friends were so lovely and kind to invite me to have a drink with them, you know, while I’m there waiting all by myself. So thoughtful, right? There were four of them so I said no to the first offer, but they didn’t take my no for an answer and already ordered a shot for me so I went for it. I saw I am not getting…

By Dajana Debic

Website: http://www.smartassish.me

Twitter: dbewitched

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Worlds of Sol

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…the end of the twenty-first century, humanity had reached a plateau for scientific exploration of the solar system. The various bodies in the system had been catalogued and their characteristics and histories established. Further exploration by humans had become prohibitively expensive. Scientists were content with a small set of carefully structured projects investigating more and more arcane aspects of the solar system.

Environmental problems on Earth created by power generation and resource extraction had led to strict regulation of both activities by the end of the century. Many predicted this would lead to severe reductions in global lifestyle. In reality…

By Steven Fritz

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Twitter: Inigo3261

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Musings of a Mad Girl

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…know why I’m here…” I grumbled to no one in particular, especially the dude sitting across from me with his freshly sharpened number 2 pencil and his brand-new pad of paper. It’s almost like he needs a new pad, just for me. I believe it.

“Well,” The Dr. Phil look-alike began, “I thought you wanted to talk. Isn’t that why we’re here? You always seem like you have a lot to say but you never get around to saying it..”

He cocked his head and looked at me, his shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes. It was thinning on…

By L.E. Walker

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Another Computer Night

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…the night goes on Annie sits in front of her

computer writing to her friends from all over the world.

Some of them are being very sad at the time and others where happy.

Right now, Annie was talking to a girl who didn’t see the point of living anymore

and it was breaking her heart to hear why that was.

The girl’s name is Gina, and she was crying while she was writing her story to

Annie.

A few days ago, she had met this guy Steve and he was so very nice to her he took

her to…

By Elise Gregory

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The Waiting Room

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…feeling pretty good about myself as I was shown into the waiting room. I’d been one of life’s high achievers so death just seemed like a new beginning to me. I was sure I could make a success of the afterlife in the same way I had in the land of the living.
The waiting room was empty as I entered. My escort bid me goodbye and closed the door quietly as she left.
Alone now, I reviewed my new surroundings. It was, what looked like, a perfect square shaped room. The entrance I’d come into the waiting room through…

By Phill Slater

Website: http://phillslater.blog/

Twitter: pslater1972

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Beautiful Delusion

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…holding in the smoke, it rushes to my head and gives me a buzz as I wait for the slosh to pass through my throat. Finally, I exhale after I have digested the devil's nectar because I've already been damned the moment I signed my soul away to forever and always play music. I'll run in and out of the bathroom doing god knows what in the stalls, ending each trip with a long and strung out gaze into the mirror, with each stare down longer than the last. In those moments I feel like a fox. A sexy, thick…

By Rivett Raccoon

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