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Nick Dalrymple

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The Tower

Weekly Contest #30

The Tower by Nick DalrympleIt starts somewhere deep. I can feel it grow, a soft oooh, oOoH, followed by a full scream by a stranger inside me. My wife startles and is terribly frightened. She shakes me and I laugh. I am no longer afraid of it, once I am awake. There are circular mounds in the rice paddies of Vietnam. This one was just big enough for an antenna field circled by bunkers, circled by wire, circled by claymores, circled by a clear field of crossfire from the mounted M60’s.In the center of all this was a tower. Most nights I ...

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Little Lost Lizzie (or The Boy Who Wanted to be a Hero)

Weekly Contest #29

Little Lost Lizzie or The Boy Who Would be a Hero Little Lizzie, Joe, Pat, Barb and their mother had to move to the Poor Farm because their daddy had to go to war and they needed to be near those that loved them and could help take care of them. Now, if you know anything about poor farms you might think living at the Poor Farm would be a sad thing for four children, but you would be wrong.  The Poor Farm was wonderful for these children because their grandma and grandpa ran the poor farm and Aunt Helen and Emma lived there too...

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The Tower, a true story.

Weekly Contest #20

It starts somewhere deep. I can feel it grow, a soft oooh, oOoH, followed by a full scream by a stranger inside me. My wife startles and is terribly frightened. She shakes me and I laugh. I am no longer afraid of it, once I am awake. There are circular mounds in the rice paddies of Vietnam. This one was just big enough for an antenna field circled by bunkers, circled by wire, circled by claymores, circled by a clear field of crossfire from the mounted M60’s.In the center of all this was a tower. Not a living soul ever bothered us.Most nights...

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