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David Russell

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Downed By a Bug

Weekly Contest #344

Downed By a BugDavid C. Russell "Hey Glen, want to go grab a coffee?" Gus asked. We had been practicing the outerspace simulation for a few hours. In less than forty-eight hours my feet would be off the ground and I would be doing the real deal in outer-space."Sure, I need a break and so do my eyes," I said, rubbing my right eye with the back of my hand."You rady to make history?How does it feel to be ranked with Columbus, Magellan, Sinatra, Lewis and Clark?""How did Sinatra get into your list?""Doesn't he sing the song, Fly Me to The Moon?...

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Downed By A Bug

"Hey Glen, want to go grab a coffee?" Gus asked me. We had been practicing the outerspace simulation for a few hours. Within twenty-four hours my feet would be off the ground and I would be doing the real deal in outerspace."Sure, I need a break and so do my eyes," I said, rubbing my right eye with the back of my hand."You ready to make history? How does it feel to be up there with Columbus, Magellan, Sinatra, Lewis and Clark?" Gus asked."How did Sinatra get into your list?""Doesn't he sing the song, Fly Me To The Moon?""Okay, I'll let you h...

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Life with Grandma and Grandpa

Weekly Contest #339

Life with Grandma and GrandpaDavid C. Russell My name is Sergei. Perhaps my parents had high hopes as my name is shared with historic figures from the fields of Russian arts, athletics, and politics, respectively. Our last name was Bokowski. One side of my family came to America by boat from Belarus in the early 1930s. The other side moved from French speaking Canada before WWI. I have fond memories of my Canadian grandparents that stretch through my formative years. A handful of these are evoked by recalling mealtimes as we were seated at ...

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After School Turmoil

Weekly Contest #338

After School TurmoilDavid C. Russell “I’ll meet you guys at the library,” Carley said as she, Bree, and Hannah exited the school grounds.“What do you have to do?” Hannah asked.“Stop by the discount mart and pick up some girl stuff for myself and my twin sister. It’s “bitch time” of month,” she said. Her friends smiled out of empathy. Empathy in the school corridors seemed a contagious condition. The typical school day was regarded by many with: disinterest, nothingness, brain-wasting, manipulation, or indoctrination. Drama rampant included r...

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The Conblomeration

Weekly Contest #337

CW: Themes of racism and ostracization. The ConblomerationDavid C. RussellWord Count 1,362Note: There is the sporadic instance of the occurrence of an expletive. The year was 2040. The new year was nineteen days past. In the U.S. Capitol, the United States President was sworn in and delivered a purposeful inaugural address to the nation. All occurred from the new ballroom that had been constructed in the recent past. Americans watched from home, workplace, gyms, or in cafes across the land.Her pronouncement was her eight minute speech. “We n...

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Good Life: Who Says

Weekly Contest #335

Good Life: Who SaysDavid C. Russell“Greg and Donna, you are at the point where you must make a decision to move,” Dr. Simons said, tone firm, expression stern.“We love the seasons and our grandchildren are here,” Donna said.“Your grandchildren could easily come visit you in Arizona. They have airports, train stations, bus stations or…”“Or our kids can bring them and mooch off us more,” Greg added.“Winter has become too harsh for both of you. Your respiratory condition now calls for action on your part. Don’t delay anymore,” urged Dr. Simons....

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Living In Disquietude

Living In DisquietudeDavid C. RussellWord Count, 1,448My name is Finn. I grew up and remained in a quaint, quiet German village town much of my fifty-six years. As an only child I knew bits and pieces of family history. My mother was named Rapunzel and father, Elias. Mother had met him during the time she had legal complications in her mid twenties. More about that later. Elias died from cardiac arrest during my early forties.By then, I worked as a bank manager and on the side, part-time tax preparation for freelance income. I too was marrie...

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Convenient Control Comfort

Weekly Contest #333

ConvenientControlComfort David C. Russell“When you grow up you can do as you please!“When you retire you can…” parental observations. “I’m calling on behalf of Dr. Sawbones,” the attractive-sounding female voice began.“Okay. What is this about?” I asked. Internally, I knew exactly.“Your recent blood work,” she said, tone conversational.“Go ahead, tell me.”“You are a little more toward becoming pre-diabetic. Your hemoglobin, triglycerides, and cholesterol are a couple points higher than before. She wants you to add two medications.”“Run that...

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Impel or Instigate

Weekly Contest #311

Impel or InstigateDavid C. RussellWord Count 1,378 Summertime days droned on into late July. The living had been easy for two eleven-year-old boys named Phil and Robert. The hours stretched having become a bit too routine, dull, boring; sun up, sun down repeatedly.“Having some Hormel mac-and-cheese for lunch. Want some?” Phil asked?“Yeah, and a glass of lemonade, too.”“It’s in the red pitcher, labeled lemonade, second shelf. Get it yourself.”“Better turn that down, smells like it’s burning,” Phil observed slurping from his glass of lemonade....

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Inventions and Etudes

Weekly Contest #308

Etudes and InventionsDavid C. Russell Ðon’t ever do that again,” Alain said in protest.“It’s the beginning of a new year, 2015, new things, everybody does it,” Rene Exclaimed.“Just in case you forgot, or don’t know, I’m not everybody; I am Alain.”Festivity floundered shortly after midnight on January 1, 2015. At the time, I was eleven, few old acquaintances forgotten, and not ready for romantasy, political, or things young adult. Baseball cards, race cars on TV, models or toys, picking on my sister, modes of eructation, were my stuff of life...

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Unanticipated

UnanticipatedDavid C. RussellKasey’s life had variety at any perceived angle. Professionally, an insurance adjuster.Private life: In her early forties, she was divorced, no children, owned her home in Okemose, a neighboring town to East Lansing, Michigan. She volunteered her time at the care facility where her aging parents resided, and at the public library where and when needed.Kasey liked to attend some classical performances or scheduled author lectures at Michigan State University. The campus surroundings enlivened her memories of colle...

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Serve and Return

Serve And Return David C. Russell I was able to complete the tennis match with my friend, though this Warm Spring day,  more stress and strain seemed required. “You’re coughing a lot, and your eyes look a little inflamed,” he remarked as we had an after-game drink in the Student Union grill. “You know how to make a girl feel charmed,” I quipped. “No, really, I don’t mean to offend, but…” “But in your estimation, I have appeared as death warmed over,” I said. This occurred on Thursday, and final exams and comps would occur campus-wide b...

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Heartfelt Holiday

Weekly Contest #129

This Story has instances of sexual innuendo that may be sensitive. Heart-felt Holiday David Russell WC 2,502 Tension filled the space shared by Rachel and Michael as cords from the harpist played to entertain diners at Vermont’s eloquent but quaint Stoner’s Ski Resort and Chalet. The soft, soothing tones from the harp contrasted the  worry induced by a text message on Michael’s mobile device. A corner fireplace offered pleasant aroma from the smoldering logs within. "Who's the text from?" Rachel asked breaking their silence....

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