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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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The Reappearance of the Bell Witch

Submitted to Contest #319

Hello, my name is Kate Batts and I’m quite famous in these parts. I am known in the west end of Robertson County, Tennessee in this house. It became famous when I made my first appearance back in 1817 when John Bell and his family moved in to farm this acreage. According to local legend, I was the cause of his death. I find that humorous. My name has been associated with witchcraft and a deep sense of evil. Tell me truthfully, do I look evil to you? There are folks from Clarksville who would claim that I am the embodiment of evil around her...

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The Andy Beckett Show

Submitted to Contest #318

Andy Beckett was once the King of the Late Night with the top-rated variety shows of the late 1950s and early 1960s. Some of the best talent walked onto his show over the ten years he had on air. Many people could still recall some of the memorable moments he had in front of a live audience that included a young senator from Massachusetts who was running for president and a foul mouth comedian named Lenny Bruce. In his final season, he had a young kid from Seattle who would play at Woodstock before he passed away at age twenty-seven. One t...

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Exit Strategy

Submitted to Contest #317

There is an old adage when you are involved with a project that can be risky, “When the red lights start flashing, you’d better have an exit strategy.” My grandpa told me that. My grandpa worked on the Manhattan Project. Maybe you have heard of it. The research and experimental testing at Los Almos, New Mexico.My grandfather Cecil Monroe was a professor of physics at Princeton university. The head of the department was Albert Einstein who had developed where his theories had advanced nuclear fission. As he told me, Los Almos became a bee...

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Secret Life of Otis Wong

Submitted to Contest #316

My name is a contradiction. That is the first thing you should know about me. I read about things I’ve done in the newspapers. Some of it is accurate, but other accounts are not. I am not here to tell which stories are true and which stories are false.All I can tell you is, I am not who you think I am, but I think that is a good place to start. I was born Bo Wong, in the city of Canton on March 4, 1962, in the Year of the Tiger. Growing up in our small apartment, I quickly learned the value of love and kindness from my mother Ai. My mothe...

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Lost in the Middlelands

Submitted to Contest #315

Private Eugene Crawford was lost. Stumbling over the uneven terrain, he had become separated from his unit during an attack on the German lines. It was a frosty morning, the kind that numbs you to the bones and stings your lungs each time you breath in. Fog mixing with gun powder from the battle had obscured his vison as cloud after cloud rolled on through. It seemed to him that his comrades took the high road, and he took the low road during the fiercest part of the fighting. Going over the top, he felt was nothing but utter suicide. B...

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First Summer in Arizona

Submitted to Contest #314

Looking back at my first summer in Arizona in 2005, it is difficult for me to make this true story real, because no matter what I tell you, it is going to sound like fiction. After driving down the Al-Can Highway from Chugiak, Alaska to my new home in Gilbert, Arizona, I had no idea what waited for me there. My father-in-law and I arrived in Gilbert in April. Little did I know what the summer held for me in the Valley of the Sun. At one time in the not-too-distant past, Gilbert used to be a small whistle stop on the way to Phoenix, Arizo...

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