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Quarters Eye

George Arthur Davis — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 16:54:51 +0000

I. QUARTERS EYE

1960

David Caine, a medium stature man in his late forties, sits in the colonel’s office. The colonel is on the telephone, talking to a general. David draws smoke from one of his dwindling supply of Cuban cigars then he blows the smoke into the air. The colonel holds out his index finger, indicating to

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Bubbleator 2010 – 2044

Karen Cole — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 02:30:44 +0000

This story fictionalizes Seattle of the year 2044, telling about an underground transit system laced with bubbleators, elevators that move up, down and sideways through a nework similar to modern underground Tokyo. A Jewish reporter and his daughter, who uses a hoverchair due to her disabilities, have an exciting underground adventure fighting white racial supremacits, finally getting rescued by a dear old Moslem

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What goes around…

JohnMakin — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 14:17:01 +0000

PART 1

Revelling in the wonder and beauty that spread before me, I took a deep breath and pondered my changed circumstances. The differences were intensified by the busyness of the living splendour that

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Come Rejoice With Me

ginaburgess — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 04:31:52 +0000

Editors' Choice Award

Rain plinked on the roof, a soothing sound far outweighed by the splattering of rain in the puddles. The dampness soaked into my clothes and settled into my bones. The small blaze in the brazier finally gave up the fight against the cold and went out. I shivered.

Slipping the roped leather sandals

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Relative Merits

Barb — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:36:22 +0000

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

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Declaration of Independence

Charles Ray — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 15:41:52 +0000

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The year I graduated from high school is the same year they put a man on the moon; and it just so happens that I turned seventeen that summer of 1969. Now, these two events might seem to have no relationship to each other, but as I look back on that summer,

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Food for Thought

sugarmouse62 — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 11:51:55 +0000

Editors' Choice Award

Jenny casually stirred the beef stew, staring blankly into the chunky mixture of meat, carrots and potato. She drew the metal spoon round and round and in figures of eight, the silky brown gravy seeping through the slots in the spoon leaving a trough behind which was quickly refilled.

In the lounge, Dan

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Deal with the Devil – A Short Story

yolande — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 17:59:17 +0000

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

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A Score in a Loaf

Megan Wyatt — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:33:35 +0000

They walked through grey corridors and into silent and empty dungeon-like halls. Just when Saul opened his mouth to ask where they were going, the man stopped, turned, and pulled out a key. He put it into a small keyhole in what looked like more of the stone wall. He slid the concealed door into the crack of the wall and stepped inside a dimly lit room that smelled like fresh soil. The walls of the room were nothing more than caked dirt, nothing more than a well-concealed hole in the earth. Three lanterns hung from thin rope from the ceiling and crates of explosives lined the walls. Just in front of them was what looked like a black

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Pillow Talk

tricia — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 19:24:24 +0000

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

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