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Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...

My captain has left me here with all this crud, and only cares about his things!

My heart has sunk to the bottom of the ocean as we sink deeper and deeper, one screw at a time. "Hey, Captain, come look. I can’t believe you left me here with all...

The woman looked at the symbol on the tree stump

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the symbol. A pulse of energy began to pulsate through her, pulsing out from her skin like a stream of pure light. A tingling sensation ran down...

The man’s fingers trembled as he took a step closer to the woman

His hand shook and it took him a moment for him to open his fingers. He’d just touched something so delicate. His body stilled, waiting for him to realize what he had. His breath...

Tommy didn’t have any friends at school because he didn’t fit in

His friends, though, all came from worlds that existed in alternate universes, and they were there to help him realize his dreams so that he could leave the real world behind. Tommy's mom was...

The front door of the family home opened wide, showing a small, but wide, rectangular window

The door handle turned, and the two heavy oak doors opened wide, showing two narrow, but wide, rectangular windows. On the left side was a simple, yet dignified, office with a sturdy oak desk,...

Mark walked into the casino and pointed to the cash machine

“What’s with the 100,000?” asked Sam. “The bonus is 2K? It’s too much.” “I have faith in myself and my abilities to beat the system,” Mark said. “You just have to be patient.” The...

The service was over, and the guests had left

The guests had been given a choice. In their time, they had been given three choices. Three choices of how to spend what time together. To be together, to be alone. There was that...

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Sharmila Tagore reflects on the death of her twin sister

Jo's jaw tightened and her body tensed, almost involuntarily but she refused to cry. She had to. Crying would only get her to relive the event. Crying might be cathartic for the first few...

Max could hear the sounds of the snakes coming closer and closer to him

Suddenly the lights blinked off. The sounds of the snakes continued until Max decided to get out. It took a good 20 minutes to push his way to the edge. There he saw a...

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It’s not dark enough for me to draw my own blood

Now, here, the silence is broken by a cawing that’s not a bird nor a crow, but an owl. The owl flies directly into the headlights. I see him, a large yellow eyed bird...

My sister was killed in a drunk driving accident

Walking to the beach with my umbrella still on top, I watched the water rippling on the rocky shore and thought to myself…I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in. I want to go...

Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...