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$9 Billion Dollar Virgin

By: Tom Ball      I, Mike, said to Tina, “Many men have tried to win your love, yet you remain a virgin.” She said, “I’ve decided to sell my virginity to the highest bidder. I am the most famous virgin…

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A Bump in the Road

By: Anthony Paolucci It finally happened. Or did it? Theo couldn’t be sure. Not yet at least. He needed more time to mull it over. Maybe a few days. Or a few months.             He was there when it happened….

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

By Anthony Paolucci WHY HELL HADN’T OPENED up and swallowed this shithole by now is something Mary would never quite understand. Rudy’s Bar & Grille, known affectionately to its regulars as Satan’s Armpit. Or, “The Pit” for short. The last…

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A Stich with Thyme

By: Kenneth M. Kapp Clarisa was overjoyed that her daughter had decided to attend her alma mater in Wisconsin. It was a warm Sunday morning and the rest of the family were already out running errands. She started a fresh…

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Shuffle and Cut

By: Kenneth M. Kapp ~ ~ ~ The King Is In             The Joker cried, “The King is in, the King is in. I know he’s in,” as he was dragged off to the dungeon.             He was thrown into…

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MAMI’S MATTRESS

By: Clive Aaron Gill The day before Mami died in San Juan, Puerto Rico, she whispered, “Gabriela, my beautiful girl, my mattress is for you. Your nana gave it to me.” At ten years old, I missed Mami terribly. I…

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Fired

By Ranjit Kulkarni Something wasn’t right. His optic cameras were blurred. He checked the respiratory console. Eighteen per minute. Then he checked the wiring in his heart device. A pumping rate of eighty per minute. High but ok. But when…

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Shooting Star

By: David Ali Your name means star. Maybe that is why the sound of your voice brightens my dark skies no matter how thick the darkness. The first time we met, I knew that it wasn’t an ordinary coincidence but…

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Kissing Patty McCalla

By: David Sapp Patty, Patty, Patty. When I was seven, all I could think of was Patty. Kissing Patty McCalla. Patty was the tiniest girl in our class, an itty-bitty version of Mary Tyler Moore. Dark hair, impish eyes, the…

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Taxi at the Peace Bridge

By: David Sapp After a four-hour layover in the Buffalo bus terminal, after crossing the Peace Bridge in the middle of the night and disembarking again, an honest and earnest young man, I naively informed the customs officer I would…