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ETERNITY

Weekly Contest #350

ETERNITY “The ambulance is here for you.” I heard a voice and there was a bright light, but nothing else. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don’t see an ambulance and there’s no one around.” “That’s because you’re dead,” the voice replied. I was stunned for a moment until I realized that I had no feeling. I couldn’t see anything but the light. “I don’t understand. Who are you?” “You’re dead. Kaput. Finito. How else can I explain it?” “Why are you here, then?” “Waiting.” ...

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THE YESTERDAY OF TOMORROW

Weekly Contest #336

THE YESTERDAY OF TOMORROW The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Another place, another day where the feeling of betrayal replaced what is familiar to me, what is important. I shivered as I left the shower and began my morning ritual minus a hot cup of coffee and a glazed donut. Some might mistake me for a cop, but not for long. I hate that everything I cherish and have experienced will be erased when I die. I’m sixty-five years old. I have lived longer than I have left to live. Most of the time, I don’t think about it. Yet, th...

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ANGEL

Weekly Contest #335

ANGEL Every spring carries with it an aura of promise. The newness can be seen in the tree blossoms, the crocuses lifting their heads above the ground to breathe new air, and the melodic chirping of birds whose song had been stifled by the cold winter. None of this is new, but rather a renaissance of what had occurred many times before. I looked forward to springtime. I was approaching it with hope. Writing has been my passion and over the last two years, it fell back into my life like an old friend that had been g...

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ETERNITY

Weekly Contest #312

ETERNITY “The ambulance is here for you.” I heard a voice and there was a bright light, but nothing else. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don’t see an ambulance and there’s no one around.” “That’s because you’re dead,” the voice replied. I was stunned for a moment until I realized that I had no feeling. I couldn’t see anything but the light. “What do you mean? Who are you?” “You’re dead. Kaput. Finito. How else can I explain it?” “Why are you here, then?” “Waiting.” ...

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The Yesterday of Tomorrow

Weekly Contest #305

THE YESTERDAY OF TOMORROW The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Another place, another day where the feeling of betrayal replaced what is familiar to me, what is important. I shivered as I left the shower and began my morning ritual minus a hot cup of coffee and a glazed donut. Some might mistake me for a cop, but not for long. I hate that everything I cherish and have experienced will be erased when I die. I’m sixty-five years old. I have lived longer than I have left to live. Most of the time, I don’t think about it. Yet, th...

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ANGEL

Weekly Contest #304

ANGEL Every spring carries with it an aura of promise. The newness can be seen in the tree blossoms, the crocuses lifting their heads above the ground to breathe new air, and the melodic chirping of birds whose song had been stifled by the cold winter. None of this is new, but rather a renaissance of what had occurred many times before. I looked forward to springtime. This one felt different and I was approaching it with hope. Writing has always been my passion and over the last two years, it fell back into my life like an old ...

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The Wrong Side of Nowhere

Weekly Contest #301

THE WRONG SIDE OF NOWHERE It was a lazy afternoon, one of those hot and humid days when people look for a cool place and a cold drink and dogs seek out the shade to lie down and not move unless they have to. Danny Weston pushed open the dusty tavern door and scanned the premises as he headed to the end of the bar. Not many people he observed. Two people were at the bar. Two others were playing pool. A third group sat in a nearby booth. He liked it that way…not many witnesses. The bartender came over. “What can I g...

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Standing on Tradition

Weekly Contest #299

STANDING ON TRADITION “Why are you standing on your head?” I tried to look up and focus on the person asking the question. He was small man with a thin mustache that appeared to be painted above his lip. He had a squeaky voice, the kind that reminds one of the little whiners back in grade school who used to wipe their noses with their sleeves and then touch everything within touching distance with their slimy, germ-ridden paws and say they didn’t feel good. I hesitated to correct him on his terminology referencing my posture...

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Black is the New Orange

Weekly Contest #292

Black is the New Orange I’m sitting in a landscape, a canvas of color created by an artist of unknown dimension.  It is not a painting but rather a tapestry of life.  A chill wind brushes across my face.  A blanket wrapped around me serves as warmth. My thoughts, as I savor the vista, bring indescribable joy to my being.   There is no one to talk with except the sky.  An eagle soars by, not intent on prey, just gliding on the wind that keeps it aloft.  I’m glad I am here alone, at ...

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A Lost Friend

Weekly Contest #291

A LOST FRIEND             The last time I saw Marise was in Paris during the spring of 1971.  Something happened then that is still not clear in my mind, or at least what I have left of my mind.  Something that, to this day, I cannot forget.            Winter stayed long that year, reaching well into May, leaving mounds of dirty snow in shaded areas of the city.  A chill pervaded even sunny day...

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The Yesterday of Tomorrow

Weekly Contest #289

THE YESTERDAY OF TOMORROW The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Another place, another day where the feeling of betrayal replaced what is familiar to me, what is important. I shivered as I left the shower and began my morning ritual minus a hot cup of coffee and a glazed donut. Some might mistake me for a cop, but not for long. I hate that everything I cherish and have experienced will be erased when I die. I’m sixty-five years old. I have lived longer than I have left to live. Most of the time, I don’t think about it. Yet, th...

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Streaming

Weekly Contest #286

Streaming  I will be forgotten.  It’s inevitable regardless of what vestiges I leave behind.  For those reading this, you will be forgotten too, no matter how important you think you are, how many buildings are named after you, or how much money you have.  Yes, you will be forgotten as well.  However, I begin by focusing on myself.I was recently rummaging through old photos as many tend to do when cleaning closets, attics, and other forgotten places.  I see photos filling a shoebox i...

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ETERNITY

Weekly Contest #280

ETERNITY “The ambulance is here for you.”            I heard a voice and there was a bright light, but nothing else.  “What do you mean?” I asked.  “I don’t see an ambulance and there’s no one around.”            “That’s because you’re dead,” the voice replied.            I was stunned for a moment until I realized that I had no feeling. &...

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ANGEL

Weekly Contest #276

ANGEL            Every spring carries with it an aura of promise.  The newness can be seen in the tree blossoms, the crocuses lifting their heads above the ground to breathe new air, and the melodic chirping of birds whose song had been stifled by the cold winter.  None of this is new, but rather a renaissance of what had occurred many times before.            I looked forward to springtime.  &...

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A MATTER OF LIVING

Weekly Contest #270

A MATTER OF LIVING1 As he struggled to consciousness, Jack Corbin felt the burning of sweat rolling into his eyes. Where am I? Slowly, his vision cleared. He was in a basement, stone walls smelling of mildew, and cobwebs hanging from the ceilings. His hands and feet were shackled and he was strapped in a chair reminiscent of a throne, or perhaps the electric chair.  He tried to re-construct the events that preceded his awakening.  He had met with Dutch, supposedly an informant for the Rochester Police Department...

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