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Story: Wolf Girl

By: Raymond Greiner Jim and Susan Marshall met in college and married shortly after graduation. Both earned meteorological science degrees and were offered an opportunity to work as a team for the US weather service. The first six months they were…

Story: Jimmy’s Visit

By: Bob Kalkreuter Sea oats swayed in the breeze sweeping in from the Gulf of Mexico. Sitting on a chair atop the wind-wrinkled dune, Travis could see down the beach to a fishing pier that looked like a centipede crawling into…

Story: There’s Someone for Everyone

By: Steve Slavin 1 Helene knew for sure that there was not someone for everyone. She could even prove it. Helene does not remember much about her parents. An automobile accident left her orphaned when she was just four year old….

Story: Waiting For Mercy

By: Bob Kalkreuter “Uncle Frank, you out here?” The voice was young, clear, and female. He was sitting outside, on a straight-backed chair placed on the dirt path that led from the porch, giving him the best view of anyone coming…

Story: Shadow Creek

By: Tom Sheehan Houston McKee slipped out of the water and the cluster of reeds he had hidden in when the gunfight occurred more than an hour earlier. Hoof beats of the bushwhackers had faded for at least 20 minutes….

Story: Fisting for Julie

By: W.A Coleman She never told me her name but she told me lot about Julie. Unlike most of the people that came to us because they had no choice, she did and yet she still came. As for why, well,…

Story: The Election

By: Reese Scott They all waited till it was daylight. All the homes. All the apartments. All the cars. All the ferries. All the planes stopped. Each person went outside making sure that they had removed their modern day white…

Story: Armless

By: Sri Ram “So, hunting for a job you ended up in here?” Ryan asked. “Yes. Is there a problem with it?” David replied politely. “There is a problem dude. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You…

Story: Nice To Meet You

By: Reese Scott He’s looking out the window again. I can see him. He’s always there. Just staring out to St. Marks Place and Avenue A. I see him there before I go to work and when I return from…