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Escargot and Bourgogne

Submitted to Contest #333

Food Critic Andre DeNeuve waited patiently for servicing of Escargots de Bourgogne at a table in Rue de Noir. The gourmet restaurant had just opened a few months ago, but through social media and word of mouth, the establishment had earned rave reviews which had managed to catch Andre’s attention. Known as a harsh foodie critic, an Andre DeNeuve review was conducted a gold standard among those who considered themselves to be true gourmets. For the staff at de Noir, this was their biggest challenge since a favorable review would cement their ...

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Blizzard of 1967

If you have ever lived in Upstate New York, you will most likely be familiar with the term “Lake Effect Snow.” What this means is Syracuse gets more snow due to Lake Effect Snow than the city would get otherwise. My mom, Carole, hated snow, but had lived in New York State all her life experiencing her share of this Lake Effect Snow. Dad, on the other hand, was quite used to this phenomenon, because he too had lived in New York all his life. His younger brother Allan was in the same boat as his wife Ann Marie and their five boys. They live...

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The Blizzard of 1967

If you have ever lived in Upstate New York, you will most likely be familiar with the term “Lake Effect Snow.” What this means is Syracuse gets more snow due to Lake Effect Snow than the city would get otherwise. My mom, Carole, hated snow, but had lived in New York State all her life experiencing her share of this Lake Effect Snow. Dad, on the other hand, was quite used to this phenomenon, because he too had lived in New York all his life. His younger brother Allan was in the same boat as his wife Ann Marie and their five boys. They live...

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Snowed in For Three Days at Work

Submitted to Contest #331

Legends like the one the late Gordon Lightfoot sang about in “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” are legends found in the Presque Isle natives living in the soul of Gitchegumee later renamed Lake Superior. I had been stationed at K.I. Sawyer in 1982 where according to the legend, snow has been known to fall in all twelve months of the year and is not measured in inches---Oh no---snow is measured here in feet. From the pages of legends of the great copper mines of Upper Michigan, I present a legend that will always be a part of my own pers...

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For My Next Trick, I need a Volunteer

Submitted to Contest #330

“For my next trick. I will need a volunteer.” The magician asked as he walked across the stage. The spotlight focused on the oblong box at centerstage. Smiling, he looked out past the bright spotlight to see if anyone have volunteered, but he did not see a single person with their hand up. “I just need one person to have the courage to come forward.” He spoke into his microphone. Behind him was his poster set on a tripod, “Mekong the Magnificent.” “Chris, we have someone.” Mandy the stage manager signaled to him. “Ah, we have a volunteer.” ...

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Exit Ticket

Submitted to Contest #329

I am sitting at my desk turning the envelope I was given over and over in my hands. All it would take would be on flick of my wrist with a letter opener and I would know exactly what is inside. The only problem is, I’m not sure if I want to know what it says. I drop the envelope on my desk and stare at it for a few moments, contemplating what I want to do. Most people I know would have ripped it open by now, but I’m not most people. What is contained inside this off-colored envelope makes me shudder in fear. “Chad, what are you doing?” Emma ...

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Eyewitness

James Cordon was an eye witness to a murder. The only problem was his memory was known to be faulty at times. It wasn’t that he was fabricating parts of the story, it was just he had a colorful imagination that kept getting in the way. I was working the Worniski case where someone had helped him off his balcony from twenty stories up. Giles Worniski totaled the Accura he landed on parked in front of the hotel he was staying at. “I saw the whole thing clear as day.” James told the interrogating officer Julian O’Day. Julian had the photograp...

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Kali's Curse

Submitted to Contest #327

“True or false.” Darvin Warwick drummed his fingers of the table in front of him. The judge sat on the bench while the jurors sat in the jury box listening to the testimony. A couple of them yawn as the prosecuting attorney swaggered in front of the them. “Your mother was a witch.” “Tis true.” Kali Trabell said as she exhaled. “You mother, Lachesis was convicted in 1722.” Darvin read from the affidavit of the court. “Yes.” Kali appeared disinterested in whatever the prosecutor had to say. She knew her mother’s name. She was just twelve yea...

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Tilden Home Owners Association

Submitted to Contest #326

Murder most foul. What if murder is nothing more than a ritualist human sacrifice? Of all the sins, in my estimation, murder is the most heinous act there is, especially when it is premediated and planned. When Sally and I moved into the Tilden neighborhood, it was a step up from the condo we lived in the west side of the city. After our wedding, we moved into our dream condo, but over time the crime rate seemed to climb exponentially, and the neighborhood became a haven for crime. When Sally became pregnant, I decided it was time we moved ...

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Moment of Doubt

Submitted to Contest #325

CW: Suicide or self-harm, Mental health, Physical violence, gore or abuse Top of the morning to ya, Officer Knute Torgelson here with the heels of my shoes dangling from the ledge of a Radisson Hotel in Cleveland, Ohio. Sitting on this ledge, I am twenty stories up from the concrete sidewalks below. This is my job. Heights don’t bother me as long as I stay put. I am here because Don Plassic sitting to my right, has decided life is no longer worth living and he wants to jump. I was sent here to talk him out of doing it.What makes this job a b...

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Hitchhiker on a Forgotten Highway

Submitted to Contest #324

Got my thumb out in this chilly prairie wind that cuts through my jacket like a knife. In the past hour, I’ve only seen a couple of vehicles headed for Fargo on this forgotten highway. Not a single vehicle is headed east toward Chicago. That’s where I’m headed. I need to get out of this place as fast as I can. With my dark skin and shoulder length jet-black hair, I doubt anyone will take the time to stop for me. Still I keep my thumb extended just in case. If someone were to snap a photograph, I’d be known as the hitchhiker on a forgotten h...

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The Resurrection of Jeanie Turner

Submitted to Contest #323

From the notes of Arthur Grimwald: It is inconceivable what I have done resurrecting a young woman apprentice named Jeanie Lee Turner. In my alchemic ritual of raising someone from the dead, I have unleashed powers that I cannot control even as a master wizard of the tenth degree. There are times when I have a mortal fear of the powers I have brought forth. “Please have a seat, Mr. Grimwald.” The police officer ordered as I followed him into an interrogation room. Already seated was a man in a suit and tie reviewing the notes I had written...

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The Day the Earth Held Its Breath

Submitted to Contest #322

Announcer: Welcome to another edition of Our World, I’m Edward Farnsworth, you host. I want to take you back to April 17, 1978. At the time this was known as the day the Earth held its breath as a seventeen-year-old high school student Warren Spencer defeated Yurik Chenchenkio in a game of chess in Reykjavik, Iceland. Today, Warren Spencer has passed away peacefully at his home in Connecticut from Alzheimer’s. His wife Henny was by his side along with his two children Jason and Denice.Yurik passed away in 1983 after dropping out of sight. Ma...

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Ghost in the Attic

Submitted to Contest #321

Hello, my name is Toby Barnes, and I’m known around here as the ghost in the attic. I’ve been here since I died over two hundred years ago along this rugged shoreline named Captain’s Bend on Muskeg Bay, Minnesota. A shipwreck sent me to these hostile shores where I died during a winter storm. My surviving mates buried me here in 1798. We were searching for the fabled Northwest passage. But the Northwest Passage was not to be found as the expedition discovered at a terrible cost. Some rich buffoon decided a hundred years later to build his...

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The Last Canoe

Submitted to Contest #320

The Russian River flows through the heart of Sonoma County in California It is also home to one of the last surviving Sequoia Redwood forests in the country. Rio Nido is a two miles east of Guerneville where diversity and individuality are celebrated. Six miles east of Rio Nido is a canoe rental place that does a vigorous business during the summer when the tourist mob the place to explore the scenic wonders of the redwoods. I saw her waving in my rearview mirror as I pulled out of her apartment driveway. Five years ago, I came home to mar...

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