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The Gap Year

By: Karlie Taylor On the night before I graduated from college, I could not sleep because I was thinking about Jesus, not in the deep, philosophical kind of way, but the human kind of way. See, I’ve got this picture…

ashtray with an alien toy inside

The Residential Aliens

By: Tom Ball People told me I was an alien and not from Earth. Until recently humans didn’t use most of their brain. But, us aliens, helped humans to utilize their whole brain and made even ordinary people into geniuses….

The Debt

By: Sujon Ganguly Chapter 1 Sunday afternoons were a sanctuary of tranquillity for Anjan. As the sun cast a warm glow through the curtains, he relished the simple pleasure of taking a shower, a brief respite from the demands of…

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What’s in a name?

By: Khemendra Kumar The eclipse lasted for an hour before rainstorms, thunder, and lightning struck in unison as never seen before. Many villagers thought that someone had infuriated Indra, the God of Weather. In anger, it seemed he had unleashed…

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Cradle to the grave

By John Paul Lama             It all began with a careless act.             Francis Reynaldo Santones and Sonya Clarisse Amata were a young couple in the Philippines with a problem. He got her pregnant, and they were clearly unprepared for…

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The Pinball Machine of My Mind

By: Bruce Levine I never thought I was very smart. When it came to gray matter, I always felt that I was rather deficient. In addition to that sense of deficiency I believed that there’s the ratio of diminishing returns….

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Leaving Chase

By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her…

A Final Message

By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone.  I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think.      In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down.  Maybe…