Deliberating Eternity

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Two angels with conflicting objectives determine the fate of a dying man.

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…at the back of the room watching the goings on. Each wore a finely pressed suit and fedora, though no one else around them even knew they were there. It was a busy night in the trauma center, the emergency room in central Chicago, a byproduct of a typical holiday weekend. From gunshot wounds to motorcycle accidents, doctors, nurses and all sorts of other medical staff hurried this way and that, trying to keep pace with the incoming flow. Even so, they both waited patiently aside from the organized chaos…

By Chris Nance

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I've Done it Now

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…I’ve done it now I thought to myself as I stood there, watching my body fall to the floor in slow motion. The gun falling from my now lifeless hand, brain matter, blood, and bone flying through the air. People screaming, vomiting, the horror on my friends faces. Yeah, I’ve done it alright. I sat down and watched the scene play out, the tears, the fear, the sadness. Watched as the police and the paramedics showed up and took my body away. I watched it all, and all it did was make me feel lonely, and sad, but that wasn’t…

By Wil R.P. McCarthy

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The Flat Line

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For my late wife Susan for all the encouragement she gave me.

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…window was cold to the old man’s touch as he leaned on it and gazed out. The Earth was slowly wobbling around the outer edges of the round window. The man looked up and could see the hub at the center of the wheel like space station as it was spinning in orbit above the Earth.

Seeing his reflection in the porthole he noticed his dark hair was out of place. While looking at his image he calmly swept his hands through his thin hair and patted it down as best he could. With a dissatisfying smirk and a shrug…

By Lee Crystal

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Time

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…remember lyin’ upon my momma’s bed lookin’ to the shards of sunlight slippin’ through the cracks of the wall’s boards; I came out upon that bed that was standin’ within a room that Momma called “the shed.” Well, she called it that because it stuck out from the side of the shack that we were livin’ within. Anyway, that shack stood upon the land of my daddy’s owner. Well, Momma saw him more as a boss than an owner, and I suppose that she had to see him that way because she hated him. Now, I say that because this…

By Christopher DelMonaco

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Celebrity

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…abandoned innocence long ago; I can say this because, when first we met, she had an air of purity that was not unlike a child licking a lollipop while holding the hand of her mommy; now, she presents as a woman gripping the pole. Yes, she has come to embrace licking things less sweet, but I’m too far ahead of myself. At this moment, I feel the room tilting from the men scurrying to be absorbed. Oh, how they slip into her cleavage to wallow in her humid heat. Yes, they each vie desperately to draw her heaving breasts in…

By Christopher DelMonaco

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Free Bird

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Young love avoided.

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Early autumn in the rolling hills of northern New Jersey is a beautiful time of year. The grass is dense and a deep green, the leaves are just starting to turn colors and swirl underfoot. The air is cool and crisp like the juicy red apples hanging from the trees in the orchards lining our hills far into the distance. The night I saw Eric from across the room I remembered him clearly. He’d been an All-State Wrestler in his senior year of high school a few years earlier. He came over to talk to me at…

By Linda George Brown

From: United States

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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

Facebook URL: https://web.facebook.com/molebatsisilas

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