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ACT IV “Why are you doing this?” Kelli pleaded as the mid-day sun bit into the flesh of the two teenagers as if it were intentionally trying to boil their blood with its flaming tentacles. Kelli felt as if her heart were being ripped in half by the...
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Of course, I should have known better. Everyone living in cold climates knows that in temperatures below zero, a few short minutes to warm the engine is necessary. The oil should soften and lubricate before working hard, but on my first official day as a ski instructor that early...
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Umbrella’s lined the beach of New Foundland, for a spectacular Wedding to be held. Everything was finely lit, with a hint of amber scent. The weather proved to be accurate one August day, and the crowds began to filter in under the rainbow, diamond canopy. The guests were...
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This medical thriller drives home the fact that terrorist attacks do not require crumbling towers. They can be small and cumulative, chipping away bit by bit at Western culture until, finally, they threaten the very essence of life as we know it. In early 2005, Arab-Americans posing as Joint Commissionsurveyors...
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“Muse” by Linkk Kula Kani

11/02/2011

What a fine cool fall day. The sky was sharp and clear, except for an occasional white cloud passing by. The once green land covered with rolling hills, was touching the edge of a very old forest. The wild grass was short this time of year and brown, there were weathered boulders with years of trying to push their way through the soil. Spotted groups of birds were gathering around on the ground standing on small shadowed areas, waiting for their long flight. On that day, a young woman with long red hair, relaxes, looking at all there was around her. The trees have turned and each leaf was filled with fire on their last attempt to hang on to the waining warmth of the sun. The winters chill was almost there. Her face was bathed in the cooling fall breezes that temper the sun’s final struggle to warm the land. There was an uplifting air that surrounded her. She had a smile that could brighten the darkest of days, or the loneliest shadows in one’s heart. She was a muse, born from the gods, and her name was Harmonia. She blended all she had to offer, to...
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Massage Parlor Vampires by Yolanda Tamez

By Storytellers

10/16/2011

Step right up; I am the madam of this house. Come one, come all, welcome to my world of fantasy massage. Tonight feels energizing, are you feeling my vibrations radiating? Are you smelling my aroma calling out your name? It’s like heaven. My vampires curse is strong, like a fish to a worm on a hook. You quickly gather, like flies to a carcass. It’s my calling; I’m feeling hot and horny. You want to make love, on my bed of desire. My tangled web of desire is strong. My beauty uncanny. I have no shame. I haven’t aged, since I was very young, innocent and untouched. Just get in line, and sign on the dotted line. The small print reads, you may need glasses to see. You may experience some light headedness. Your life will never be the same. Either way, how great is that! Amen! MASSSAGE PARLOR VAMPIRES There’s no turning back. No yelling or screaming allowed, just rest your big fat head. Nice jugular, lay relax, get comfortable now. My hypnotizing scent, like venom paralyzing. I can’t help, your all fools for love. Hey baby, I’m stroking your body like a serpent snake. A trance, you...
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Blackout by Susan Leeling

By Susan Leeling

10/03/2011

Author Susan Leeling The wind is howling and things are banging in the dark. Something is scratching a message of cold on the wall as the neighborhood hunches down in the chill of the night. I think I’ll go to bed, Amy thinks to herself. Shutting off the lights and walking through the house, the hair stands up on the back of her neck and a sense of unease creeps into her mind. It’s been an ordinary evening and she’s not sure exactly what is causing this sense of foreboding. As her terrier Chaunsey trots beside her down the hallway, the dog’s toenails are tapping a rhythm that matches her racing heart. Tonight has been like any other night and she can’t figure out what has her so on edge. The darkness grows ever encompassing as she shuts off the lights through the house. Chaunsey hops onto the bed and hunches down in a playful mood while yipping. Playing is the last thing on Amy’s mind. “I wonder why Steve isn’t home yet Chaunsey,” Amy says as she grabs her favorite old blue sweat suit in hopes of warding off the cold. Eerily gusting winds outside have sent...
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Ambush Conversation With God By Elizabeth E. Castillo

By Storytellers

10/03/2011

This is a work of fiction folks. Just happen to think of what kind of convo one would have with God during one of those rare moments. As there are ambush interviews, this one I refer to as a heavenly ambush conversation. Feeling drowsy after reading my favorite book in my own nook, my bedroom, I suddenly dozed off to dreamland. I was awakened by a certain sharp glare and found myself in a strange, dreamy, white and blue space surrounded by floating, fluffy clouds with cherubs singing wearing their bright halos on their heads. Entangled in my confused state, I rubbed my peepers for I still can’t figure out how did I get there. I suddenly blurted out to myself “Oh, no, am I so dead now? As in dead, my soul is in heaven?” Out of the blue, I saw an apparition, someone sitting on a golden couch as if waiting for somebody – thought to myself, well waiting for me? As if time stood still, I finally saw God’s beaming, serene countenance and after a few batting of lashes out of my hurtful eyes because of the illumination, I gathered up my guts...
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Broken Down “Chapter One” by Kip de Moll

By Storytellers

01/09/2012

Of course, I should have known better. Everyone living in cold climates knows that in temperatures below zero, a few short minutes to warm the engine is necessary. The oil should soften and lubricate before working hard, but on my first official day as a ski instructor that early winter morning, already late starting the hour drive up to the Mountain, I refused to listen. When the oil warning light remained on, even as heat began to fill the cab, I argued to myself that it had been doing that for several days now and had switched off each time as the indicator had climbed to normal. Turning onto the freeway this time, however, the light stayed dangerously red and the engine continued to tick with an unusual rhythm suggesting something strained. Contrary to the common proverb, years of recognition that I can be so chronically late had yet to even ease the problem, much less create a solution. Guys on the job sites knowingly shook their heads when I gave them a time for my return: certain as I was that I would make it, they were already betting each other I would not. Too often, I...
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Torn And Tattered: Last One Standing by Karen Dewitt

By Storytellers

12/18/2011

Umbrella’s lined the beach of New Foundland, for a spectacular Wedding to be held. Everything was finely lit, with a hint of amber scent. The weather proved to be accurate one August day, and the crowds began to filter in under the rainbow, diamond canopy. The guests were chatting up a roaring storm and the wait staff placing silverware carefully, under the chitter-chatter. The preacher arrived ten-minutes early, to go over last minute arrangements with the bride and groom. However, he was stopped by the mother-in-law. And, she kept him occupied behind the organ for what seemed like hours. When they exited the cover of the side stool, they were hand ironing there garments, and smashing their hair back into place. It was an open bar, and the men on the groom’s side had power over it. As if, they were Kings of the Bar, or something more ridiculous. Weeks prior, I had been reconsidering my saying yes! Some things had come to my attention, through a raunchy letter, from one of his previous jilted lovers. She was adamant in stopping this wedding, but up till yesterday… no one had seen her nor heard of her. Her...
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Soul Awakening by Doug Simpson

By Doug Simpson

12/11/2011

This is Chapter 13 of my novel, Soul Awakening, published in the United States in October of 2011 and available in print and eBook format through most bookstores around the world. Chapter 13 Soul Awakening Dani left the offices of Williams, Bradford and Williams, literally dancing-on-air. Her interview with Barb Bradford had gone impeccably. Barb was impressed with her resume and their personalities had clicked, immediately. Barb hired her on the spot. It was past six-thirty, as Dani walked towards her parked car. She called Dacque. “Hello.” “Hello, Dacque. Sorry I’m late but something came up. I’ll tell you all about it when I get there. Call in the Chinese-food order, and I will pick it up.” “Will do.” Dani and Dacque carried their heaping dinner plates to Dacque’s kitchen table, and sat down. Dani was starving and commenced to dig-in, instantly, but Dacque left his fork on the table and patiently stared at her. “Aren’t you hungry?” she asked, but immediately realized that her excitement over the earlier events must have been obvious to her new friend. “Are you psychic, like Edgar Cayce?” she asked. “One doesn’t have to be psychic to read the excitement in your face....
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“The Arcade” by Alberita Johnson

By Storytellers

11/26/2011

I’ll never forget that day, the day the twins came to town. Some would say they are identical but not I. Oh no they were far from identical. Riding down Main Street, left on First Street. The City Manager and Councilmen had voted to change Front Street to First Street not long ago, takes getting used too. Good ole Southwest Florida, most people are aware of South Florida, hell Miami’s not the only place South in Florida. Here in Southwest Florida, things are just a bit slower and less immigrants, if you know what I mean. I’m on my way to the Arcade Theater, just down the road a bit. And there it was cruising down First Street, a red Mustang Convertible. A dark haired man behind the wheel couldn’t be more than 40 years old and three passengers must be his wife beside him, curly hair spilling out of her scarf, with dark Hollywood looking sunglasses. But it wasn’t those two who had everyone’s attention that warm summer day. No it was, those twins in the back seat, sitting pretty. As the family excited the car and the four of them came my way, I could hear them...
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