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// Editors' Choice Winner Julia had always felt that “you can choose your friends, but not your relatives.” So she tried to make nice, attend the gatherings of this really strange clan where her efforts to fit were in vain, and in general grin and bear it. Her brother James devoted his every Continue reading Relative Merits This is a test posting to help resolve issues and try new features. Joseph perched precariously on the narrow concrete berm, staring at the pounding waves 100 feet below. He paused momentarily, then his decision became crystal clear. He noticed movement to his left, a young man was approaching. The young man smiled and waved a Continue reading Test Post – Please Rate Dry leaves float to the ground and crunch under his feet. He stares at them – shriveled patches of brown and yellow. The wheels of the chair squeak on the cobbled stones. He parks the chair by an old Oak tree, pushing it close to the painted wooden bench, pulling up the brake Continue reading Deal with the Devil – A Short Story Dear Cousin, I wanted to fire off a few words to you, now that I’ve set up shop here above the South Carolina state line in North Carolina. Believe it or not, things are not so much different here, north of Rock Hill, north of Charleston, south of New York. I rented a room, first-off, in what Continue reading Just Like Home Chapter 1 Jim Slade discovered the giant bass he called Hookmouth late one Continue reading Hookmouth // As the little Watkins sail boat, Rightwayup, pulled out of the marina, Brad – the marina owner – gave the crew a cheery wave. “Have a nice weekend,” he said through clenched teeth. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Jason and Ann, they were customers after all, it was just that they were not Continue reading Attacked by Sea Monster March, 2010 Editors' Choice Winner Well, the fat lady has sung. I’m dead. Deader than a doornail. I’m not yet pushing up daisies, but that’s only because no one has gotten around to burying me. I certainly didn’t see this coming when I got out of bed last Saturday. But I guess that’s just how it Continue reading Pillow Talk The weekend with Max seemed to last a month. Max wasn’t just out-of-sorts and irritable; he was mean and grumpy. Max had several years on me and showed it. I thought he was mad that I came and was just grouchy because he was old. But I was wrong. Maybe I should start at the beginning. Continue reading A Weekend with Max |
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