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Hospital Visit

Robert walked up to the counter. From the dottiness of his steps, it was clear he was uncomfortable walking. The elderly receptionist adjusted her glasses. She too was wearing the sterile pastel mint green scrubs.“St. Andrew's emergency service, how may I help you?” she asked, her eyes inspecting him, wagering whether he was really in a state of emergency or if she'd decide to let him wait like these thousands of other patients who thought it smart to skip their generalist and go to the...

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Under a Pale Sky Ch 01

He was close. The telltale sign gripped his body mercilessly. The dream grabbed hold of him and held him hostage, forced to relive the day that changed his life so long ago. The sun was particularly strong, its heat beat down upon him while he was walking to the nearby store, casually strolling down the sidewalk. As he finished crossing a small street, a strange feeling began to spread through him. He paused his stride and he looked down at himself in confusion when it suddenly happened. An...

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Two Kings

Skeldergate Hill laid bare in squalor that cold morning - upturned earth, the stink of decaying man flesh, drying horseshit. The King of Sylfur's nostrils dilated as it overfilled with the all-too-familiar stench of a hard battle waged. He was resplendent in yellow-gold armour among the grey metal of his army. The King with gritted teeth surveyed the opposing forces ten thousand strong just two fields away.It was day two of battle. The King decided to lead his men today after the massive loss...

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Which Way We ll Go

There are times when societies loose any sense of direction and purpose, where people are dissatisfied, but are afraid, unwilling or incapable to look forward for solutions. Unfortunately that is the quagmire in which Australia is caught in the closing stages of the Twentieth Century. In attempting to find a tomorrow, we see some minority groups, riding happily on the shoulders of a sensationalism seeking media, trying to move the clock back. We can see them moving from the misspelt ‘three...

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Sugar Rush Chapter 1

You sigh, “Can’t the world just leave me alone?” The doorbell rings again. “Damn it,” you mutter to yourself under your breath. You heave yourself out of your computer chair and start waddling to the front door. The doorbell rings again. “Coming!” you yell at the door. Your pace is slow. You are a very obese man. Your sedentary lifestyle and your indulgent diet have contributed greatly to your obesity. You live alone by yourself, and you work remotely for a government-funded research...

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When The Villain is Victorious

My name is Robert James Etienne. This is my story. I am a businessman living in Boston. What am I into? Well, what do you need? If you’re a rich man who wants some thrill-inducing substance, I’ve got the best quality. If you want something stronger, to get a bigger buzz, I can do that too. Just let me know what you want and get your cash ready. I’m afraid that in my business, we don’t take checks or credit cards. Lots of folks just don’t keep their word. Hope you folks can understand. I do my...

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It ll All be Over by Christmas

‘I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.’ (Robert Frost) ‘It’ll all be over by Christmas,’ that’s what we said back in September 1939. Almost tragically comic when you look back, it wasn’t over until May 1945 – if it’s ever over. During that last summer before the war started I was teaching mathematics at St. Matthew’s Public school. I had only recently graduated from university and this was my first appointment. For those unacquainted with this peculiarly British institution, the Public...

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Not Over Until The Fat Ladies Sing

Bostonfictionwriter’s Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I’ve written 602 stories and 69 poems. I’m proud of everything I’ve written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I’ve improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem below. The wild swan’s death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and...

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The Good The Bad and the Molly Chapter Eleven

We had just finished picking up Molly from her Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Neither of us knew if it had gone well or not – she refused to tell us anything about it, and the two of us mildly accepted that. If anything, I think the both of us were glad that she took my intervention so seriously and accepted the ultimatum that she needed to do something about her condition. A part of me wondered if she wanted to do this herself and was waiting for someone to tell her, ‘Hey, you’re seriously...

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The Last Letter

Many retired gentlemen as well as young bachelors of the locality visit the Friends Club in the evening. An evening of game of Contract Bridge is a good means for spending quality time for those past the prime gentlemen, who really don’t have much of activities otherwise. One can play chess as well as a game of carrom in this club, where there is an assortment of facilities for the youth as well as the elderly gentlemen. The club is a sanctuary of sorts for those people, who want to take refuge...

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Incestuous Harem s Passion 7 Taboo Temptations

(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Seven: Taboo Temptations By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! September 13th, 2021 – Cruzita Gutiérrez “Cruzita?” I lifted my head to see the Hispanic girl coming out of the cloth curtain that cut off the waiting room from the back hallway. She wore a lilac, silk robe about her petite figure. She wore her dark-brown hair short, framing her face. She couldn't be more than eighteen, and wore a bright smile on...

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Not Overly Concerned Ch 02

II: Nevermore (Monday) Anna woke to the tone of her alarm clock. She groaned, nuzzling her face into her pillow. Sighing deeply, she squirmed over to the edge of the bed. With precision born of long practice, she reached out to press first the alarm toggle button, then the voice trigger. ‘The time is six twen-ty five a.m..’ the stilted electronic voice read off the time. Freeing herself from the bedsheets, she stood, stretched, yawned. She padded over to the laundry bin beside the bathroom...

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Foot in Mouth Disease

Please note that I am Australian –and therefore write from an Australian perspective. I’m a student and my particular educational institution of choice is some way away from my home, and what with petrol prices the way they are, I’m a fan of the old public transport. People say things about public transport being questionable, but I’ve never had any complaints. Now, on the day in question – yeah, I know, it sounds like a police report, but how else do you phrase it? – I was catching a bus....

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Un Merciful Heart

This is the third installment of the ‘Un-Break My Heart’ sequels. Yes, I know that ‘unmerciful’ isn’t hyphenated. It is called literary license. The same rules apply. If you are looking for a happy ending sorry, many things don’t end happily. Read a fairy tale, (as long as it isn’t the Brothers Grimm). While this is not a Loving wife story, it does continue the events which were first chronicled there. It was added for continuity. Un-Break My Heart was a dark vignette and I just can’t get...

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Why I Love Black American Women

Okay, here goes nothing. African-American guys like myself have a certain image in the eyes of the world. We’re thought of as tougher, meaner and more athletic than the average guy. Also, people seem to think we gravitate toward either athletic pursuits or criminal endeavors, and nothing in between. Neither is exactly true for most Black men living in the United States of America. Just to prove to you how untrue these stereotypes are, take me for example. My name is Arnold Thompson. And I’m a...

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