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Inside Drops of Crimson |
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In This Issue
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Short Stories |
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A Date With Destiny
- Cat Woodmansee
Diamond Smith
pushed her plate back, wiped her mouth with a naptkin, and
stood up from the table. "Master, I'm going out."
Lacy stabbed a fork full of salad and asked, "Something up?"
The tall, black haired Diamond went to the coat closet and
pulled out a shoulder harness with a pair of flat black .45
semi-automatics in holsters. She shrugged into it, buckled
it across her chest, then slipped on a worn black leather
vest that covered the guns and partially covered her small
breasts. She smoothed down the short black leather skirt she
was already wearing.
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The Devil's
Knitting Needles - Erin Fanning
Randy leaned toward the girl and
positioned his elbows on the counter. He felt the muscles in
his biceps grow taut. It was a move he’d practiced many
times in front of his bathroom mirror.
“Meet me later and I’ll show you around
town,” he said. “How about it?”
“My, but aren’t you the bold one?” the
girl whispered.
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Double Shock -
Sandy Daley
“We have time for a
couple more questions,” Mitch told the teens as they sat in
the high school gym for Career Day.
He enjoyed talking with the teens, but
keeping the attention of high school kids could be as
difficult as with grade schoolers.
A boy raised his hand and stood. His
jeans hung low on his hips. Only hope kept those jeans from
falling to his ankles, Mitch thought.
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The Girl Next Door
- Marie Morgan
Mr. Avery hated the city.
He hated the crowds. He
hated the crime. He hated the liberals and the utter lack of
morality. Mr. Avery had hated the city his entire life, and
now that he was retired, he’d packed up his belongings and
moved to a small town in the countryside.
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Hate and
Imagination - Philip Roberts
He wore a long brown trench coat that
fluttered open in the wind. Alex didn’t see where he came
from, the man just there, reaching behind his back. He had
on a white, button up shirt and a pair of nice, black pants
underneath his coat. Even though the temperature easily
topped eighty on that windy day, he didn’t seem to sweat.
When the shotgun became visible from beneath his coat,
others took notice.
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Sally - by Jasmine
Odessa Rizer
Once, when I was young, I had the amazing good fortune to
date a very wealthy man. It was the closest to a life of
luxury I had ever come.
My boyfriend’s life was more or less exactly like people
like me generally imagined rich people’s lives to be. His
mother lay around by the swimming pool looking impossibly
thin and young. His father name-dropped celebrities, and the
residents of their gated neighborhood threw lavish parties
at which people came out of the bathroom wiping their noses
and looking furtive.
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Sam's Story -
Daniel Fabiani
He mumbled words like his mouth was
full of food. Phrases came out like wet dog snacks, the
jargon of a drunk. His breathe was hot against my face and
stunk of whiskey. Thousands of deep crevices and wrinkles
stared me down, a crow’s complexion reflected. He was an old
black man, at least what I could see of him, and his brillo
pad hair puffed like a blow fish. There was no escape for
me.
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Trailings of the
Other Kind - Lori M. Myers
A large object like a flash of black
lightning ran out of the mist-shrouded graveyard and into
the path of Dr. Brandon Royce’s pick-up truck. He heard the
sound of flesh against metal. The object flew into the air
on impact, slammed against the truck’s windshield in a heap,
then seemed to relax onto the road. The dented vehicle
bounced as it ran over the victim.
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