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Submitted to Contest #267
“Dan, it’s pouring out here! Can’t this wait?” Deidre yelled over the roaring wind, buckets of rain pouring down their backs. “No! It can’t if I can’t get this thing running we might as well have packed up and moved back to the high country,” he said, water pouring down his face as he held the flashlight. Dan hovered over the engine of the sputtering generator that ran the sump pump. “Without the generator, we’re sunk, literally! Wait! Here’s the problem, this plug isn’t screwed in all the way. Hand me that pair of pliers, would yo...
James Frederick Toomey was an explorer at heart. He left home at age thirteen, tried to lie about his age to get into the Navy but was discovered and rejected. Ultimately, James became a merchant marine. He ached to not just see the world but to experience everything he’d ever read about in the discarded magazines in the trash at the library in the little town in Nebraska he called home.James eked out a living as a deckhand early on, but by the outset of the war, he had worked his way through the ranks to become a successful boat pilot by ag...
Submitted to Contest #237
Jonathan's first true love was the Red Devil vacuum cleaner but then again, he was only a toddler. He hugged it tight as he rode around the living room while his mother, Elaine tidied up. Elaine remembered those easy early days as Jonathan entered the halls of Truman High School. As a senior, he rushed off without a word. She watched him walk away thinking about who he was becoming, how his tastes seemed to change overnight, and then, there was Addison. Elaine sighed heavily wondering how this situation was going to end. Addison Montgomery w...
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