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Weekly Contest #341

There is one place in this city, I never want to see again. St. Xavier’s Psychiatric Hospital in Baltimore is a place I promised myself I’d never darken the door ever again. When they closed the facility about ten years ago, I figured I’d make good on that promise.But lately, I’ve been hearing the voices ordering me to go back there. The voices are very persuasive at times. “The nurse will make sure you have your prescriptions ready for you before you leave.” Dr. Fontane told me without looking up from the note he was scribbling in my chart...

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Contessa Leans a Lesson

Weekly Contest #340

Hey, good morning, I’m Benedict Rollings, author of over one hundred children’s books. I have delivered more than my share of happily ever after endings than any other author I know. I don’t wish to brag, but I just can’t help it. So, my agent once asked me, “Ben, how have you come up with so many successful publications?” Well, Ken, I told him, I have been blessed with a very active imagination where I feel as if I have a personal relationship with all of my pro and antagonists. Then he raised an eyebrow and asks, “Has any of your character...

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Jerome Mendleson

Weekly Contest #339

Jerome Mendleson was a renown psychic with an ego as large as he was. One of his proclaimers said, “He really filled a doorway.” Perhaps that was true, but there was no doubt about his psychic talents. “Ah, this coffee is splendid.” He would sit at an outdoor table at the Hawthorn Café for his morning cup of coffee. “I despise tea.” It was rather uncommon for a man of his prestige to make such a proclamation as he was a Londoner through and through. His father, Mr. Waldo Mendleson, a wealthy investor, figured he had done something wrong ra...

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The List

Weekly Contest #338

Manuel Salazar, better known as just plain Manny was a riding in a Yellow Cab through the streets of New York City. He was on his way to LaGuardia Air Port. A few hours after takeoff, he would be returning to Managua, the place of his birth. All Manny can remember is that they took his mother by force in the middle of the night, and he has not seen her since. Buried deep in his memory is her voice crying out to him as they led her away, “Hijo mío, quédate allí y espérame. (My son, stay there and wait for me). He did not know at the time, th...

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Remote Control

Weekly Contest #337

Fast forwarding through some of the video tapes I took over the years of Elizabeth and I shared together as tears flow down my face. All those memories of our lives. Cancer is such an ugly word. I had no way of knowing when I left the hospital that evening four years ago, that would be my farewell to forty years of my marriage to my high school sweetheart. Through the final six months as I watched her suffer, the reality of it all came crashing down on me. Her funeral was surreal to me at the time, but when I came home to an empty house, the...

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Exile in the Wasteland

Weekly Contest #336

He was remanded to St. Elizabeth’s Hospital for the Criminal Insane in Washington D.C. Found guilty of treason after being captured by American soldiers in Italy in 1945, Ezra Pound was translating ancient Chinese poetry when I came to visit him in September 1957. My visit would include a letter signed by some of the most talent literary minds of the time such as Robert Frost, Carl Sandberg, E. E. Cummings, Richard Wright, Langston Hughes, Earnest Hemmingway, and myself, Thomas Sterns Elliot, asking for his immediate release from the hospita...

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Woman With Wings

Weekly Contest #335

I remember the first time I saw her; I was bewitched by the way she entered the room. She was wearing a long coat, unbuttoned revealing a stunning knee-length dress and a light blue blouse. When she flicked her brunette hair to one shoulder, I was in love. But when I saw what was she had hidden beneath her coat, I was struck dumb. My mind was and still is blown. If I tell you about what I saw, you’d probably think I was delusional. Hell, I might even agree with you. Okay, my name is Gunther Garblenheimer, but you can call me Sonny. It’s easi...

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Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

Weekly Contest #334

My name is Brunhilda and in case that name does not ring a bell, I am one of the two ugly step-sisters from the classic tale called Cinderella. I was promised a happily ever after ending, but I got hoodwinked in the deal. I must admit things have gone downhill for me since she went skipping off with the handsome prince leaving me with no toes on my right foot when I tried to jam my big old foot into that glass slipper. Mom suggested that she cut off my toes so I could fit my foot into that tiny glass slipper. Hey, this is the Grimm Brothers’...

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Escargot and Bourgogne

Weekly 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

Weekly 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

Weekly 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

Weekly 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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