Short Stories Of The Week
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The screams coming from the Miller house sounded different tonight. “I told you to get the hell out of here.” “Screw you old man.” The gray-bearded ...
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The twin Bristol Pegasus engines of the Wellington howled as Captain Arthur ‘Archie’ Turnbull threw the aircraft into a series of high banked turns. He didn’t ...
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The call of the crow signals their time; it signifies the moment that you should be locked away inside. Doors closed, windows latched, fires burning bright and ...
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It’s 80 degrees in the shade again and the air is so thick with humidity I feel as if I’m walking underwater. Cities aren’t equipped for heat waves. A hard ...
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Rae Wells was two weeks shy of being 50 years old, the age at which her mother had mysteriously died. She strongly resembled her mother. Of average height and ...
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Scott Godfrey, American amateur archeologist and student of earth mysteries, had saved his money for years to be able to afford to visit the English stone ...
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Walking through the door of McSorley’s Old Ale House was like walking through a time warp into the past, its sawdust covered floor and myriad historical ...
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The clown came home from work and hung up his rubber nose. It had been a tough day because the only gig he could get was a boy’s birthday party; he didn’t ...
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I sat there for quite a while, watching all the people walk past, sipping my tea. Some guy, pants dangling from the middle of his butt, shouted as he stomped ...
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“Ticket number two thousand, six hundred and forty; please step up to the counter” That voice seemed friendly enough - almost sounded interested in meeting ...
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She walked through the street unaware of my presence for I was but a ghost flitting through the darkness that was urgently longing to reveal it’s gloomy ...
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It was a bleak cold November day. The rain incessantly struck the buildings of New York’s West End Avenue. Trying to hold back a wave of depression, Florence ...
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