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Story: A Nice Dinner

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco My name is John Stature from a wealthy family of scientists. The statures have had a key role in providing a cure for the common cold, which mankind really had no need for. There is quite a lot…

Story: Ruby Red

By: Raymond Greiner   A vast forest spans Western North Carolina, one of the largest tracts of forested land east of the Mississippi River including Pisgah and Cherokee National Forests extending into Tennessee. In the hamlet of Clear Creek, adjacent to…

Story: Savior

By: Chris Wilkensen They hit it off at a bar and went to her place after last call, partly thanks to the drinks. He came on her blouse, too excited to wait for her to take it off. She laughed, trying…

Story: Finally She Had Her Son

By: Mira Martin-Parker My grandmother cooked stews and left the bones in them. She prepared an excellent leg of lamb at Easter, and once at Thanksgiving she got mad and threw the turkey out the window. She was Italian and Irish,…

Story: Remembering Life

By: Nicole R. Sander One day Ariana realized that the world had lost its meaning for her. She realized that its usual convincing and ever so charming shine had worn off. Like an old beloved garment, ripped at the seams…

Story: Ashes, Ashes

By Kathie Giorgio Linda didn’t know how the urn got to Goodwill. She only knew that it cost her ten dollars and it would look perfect on the antique spool table in her living room. Linda prided herself on being…

Story: Winter is Always Coming

By: Michael C. Keith Ah Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire.  –– Edward Fitzgerald Sixty-eight wasn’t really old by 2014’s standards. In fact, some people said it was the new fifty-eight….

Story: Declaration

By: Shyama Laxman Her parents had named her Ruksana which at some point got truncated to Roxy. Ruksana might bring to mind a shy, demure, ever blushing Muslim girl, peeping through her burqa and forbidden entry into the male inhabited…

Story: Notes from Above Ground

By: Fredrik Zander Before I live I write this message. There might be secrets for you to know as my feet were below the ground that fed me like a solemn plant that whispered secrets in my mute ear; I didn’t…

Story: Bruno

By: Divya Dubey   The dog had to be put to sleep. Since Sunday the thought had been revolving in Simran’s mind, making it impossible for her to focus her attention fully on any task. As she began to wipe…