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Kai M

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Death in Texas

Weekly Contest #354

The airport scared her. She’d always hated them. The reward? A cramped seat, a plastic cup filled with ginger-ale foam, and all the sanitized entertainment you could watch in the 4-hour flight from Wilmington to San Antonio. She closed her eyes and imagined she could sink into the rigid foam seats; at least she was sitting in the aisle, with easy access to the bathroom and only one neighbor. As the plane took off, she cursed her mom for choosing to live in San Antonio, and die in July. “From all of us here at Delta, I want to welcome you t...

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Go to the end of the street

Weekly Contest #352

Go to the end of the street and walk into the woods. There will be an old man waiting there. I re-read the letter. It was an actual letter, like the ones the mail carriers deliver. It was postmarked from Newark, NJ. I glanced up, there was no woods at the end of my street, there never had been. I flipped the piece of paper over, looking to see if there were additional instructions, there were none. Just out of curiosity I walked to the end of my street, it ended at Meadowlark Lane, I looked across Meadowlark lane, I could see the brick house...

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Pathos Pianos, Aurora, OR.

Pathos Pianos, Aurora, OR.Amon Pathos had always believed pianos were honest.Not truthful, never that. But honest in the way they responded. You gave them something, and they gave it back, shaped, clarified. Grief became resonance. Joy became brightness. Even loneliness could be warmed into something almost companionable.There was always somewhere for a feeling to go.Until the Bösendorfer arrived.It came without origin. No order, no record, no mistake to trace. Just a crate, a signature, and a name that meant nothing. OCEAN imports the invoi...

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The Detective

“It is all so simple if you just open your mind and let your eyes do the talking. My name is Dover, Detective Lionel Dover.” The homeowner looked puzzled, the detective was wearing a pair of brown moleskin trousers, a brown barn jacket and a poorly clipped moustache. His detective badge was clearly displayed on a chain around his neck. “I’m sorry sir…” “Detective” Lionel interrupted “Detective…um, can I help you?” “I’m here about the murder.” A small smile peeked out from behind the crooked moustache, it really was ghastly. “I think you have...

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Sir Eddard Covington Marsh Puff-Puff the Fourth

Weekly Contest #350

The branches scratched his arms as he climbed. He could hear Mrs. DiLeonardis below as she yelled out in a raspy voice. “You’re not there yet, he’s further up. More to the left!” He put his left hand onto a branch and tested it for strength before pulling himself up. “Your other left!” Other left? He was ten feet up in a tree, facing the same direction as her? He couldn’t see much through the foliage and tangle of branches, but he reached out towards a likely branch with his right hand and stepped over and up a few more branches. He looke...

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