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Suzanne Marsh

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Crag Na Dun

Crag Na DunSuzanne MarshFiona MacLeod stood silently on the gray rocky crag, her shawl wrapped around her thin shoulders. Thunder roared in the distance as the rain began to pelt her face with a vengeance. She quickly sought refuge behind Crag Na Dun, in a small cave opening. Fiona sat in the opening with the black shawl over her head, the same black shawl she wore every day since the death of her brother Malcolm and her father, Angus. Rumors ran rampant around Dunvegan that Edward Longshanks was near. Edward I of England was Scotland’s grea...

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Three Days in November

Three Days in NovemberSuzanne MarshI don’t think any of my generation will ever forget where they were; the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. I remember we were just finishing our chorus practice, and we were held up for an extra ten minutes, which did not make any of us happy. When we shuffled back into our classroom, a very excited voice came over the P.A. system it was a news report that changed all of our lives that day. The news was that President Kennedy had been shot, and he was taken to Parkland Hospita...

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Curly Sue

Curly SueSuzanne MarshWe were on our way to dinner when my husband accidentally hit a small brown and white dog. We tried to find the owner, to no avail. The next day we took the dead dog to the SPCA. While we were there I went to look at the dogs that were available, there was Curly, in cage by herself, she looked so forlorn. She was a small black and white puppy with a curly tail, hence the name Curly. The cardio doctor told me to walk as much as possible; since my heart attack. The two other dogs we had at home were large, so I convinced ...

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Lucky Lady

Lucky LadySuzanne MarshAugust 13,2011Neely, Missouri “This looks like a good place to stop and eat.” The truck stop had a real restaurant, not to mention a good-sized parking lot for trucks. The evening was chilly and rainy. My husband and I headed for the restaurant when we noticed a small dog running around the parking lot on three legs. The dog was running up to strangers begging for food. We already had a dog on the truck, but somehow it just didn't seem fair to the dog, especially since she was in the gas aisle, which was very close to ...

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Raise the Song of Harvest Home

Raise the Song of Harvest HomeSuzanne MarshThe slate gray mountains held secrets, known only to Granny Tate and the members of her sect. Granny, the youngest of Nathan Tate’s daughters, lingered for several moments near a huge cottonwood tree. She fumbled around in her apron pocket for a small tin of snuff, a habit she had, since she was a young girl. Granny stood up straight as she took the trail hidden in the cottonwood trees. She made her way to the edge of the snow-covered mountain. She breathed in the brisk cold air; she had decisions t...

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Come Home Safely to Me

“Come Home Safely to Me”Suzanne MarshThe cool, soft breeze caressed my face; I could almost feel Lucas’ hand. It was a day of great anticipation for me. I went up the stairs to the widow’s walk to watch for his four-masted schooner Miss Jenny. The breeze suddenly became cold, and I wrapped my shawl tighter around my thin shoulders. Something was wrong! I could feel it in the cold breeze. Lucas’s last letter to me stated that he would be home today, May 20, 1885. Black storm clouds loomed overhead; a sign of foreboding, as the wind began to w...

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Twenty Four Hours to Live

Twenty Four Hours to LiveSuzanne MarshDecember 7th, 19418 AMA bugle blared over the PA system: “Man the antiaircraft batteries.” Came a nervous voice. Silence for several moments, then a harsh voice boomed throughout Oklahoma: “All hands, man your battle stations.”A very excited voice shouted: “All hands, man your battle stations!!! On the double!! This is nodrill!!! Get going—they are real bombs!!!!” ‘Dear God, has the world gone crazy?’ I was stationed aboard the USS Oklahoma. She was a good ship. My battle station was Turret Three. The Ok...

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Ride to Infamy

Ride to InfamySuzanne MarshWikmun Yanipi (Man Running), sat quietly on a mountainside. He cleared his mind. A vision began to form. There were many white eyes in blue firing at him. He set off to find the Shaman, who would aid him in discovering what this vision meant. Wikmun Yanipi, like most young men of Lakota, readied himself for the Sun Dance. The men and boys at this very moment were cutting down a ceremonial cottonwood tree. Leather tethers fasten to the tree; the ceremonial drum waited silently. His father, Chief Gall, told him of th...

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The Evil Brother

The Evil BrotherSuzanne MarshCatriona MacFarin waved sweetly as Angus MacLeod reined in his favorite horse:“Good day ta ya lassie, I have just stopped here to water my horse if that is permitted.”Catriona smiled up into the largest blue eyes she had ever seen. He watered his horse, then galloped off. Catriona turned on her heel when another horseman rode up: “Good day to ya lassie, my horsemanrequires water.” Catriona smiled, then placed her hand above her eyes to shade them and stare at this second stranger. The two men looked alike: red ha...

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The Ghostess with the Mostess

The Ghostess with the MostestSuzanne MarshI must stop eating ‘Dagwood’ sandwiches, just before bed; I had a dream last night that was both fun and frightening. I dreamed about meeting a woman ghost; her ghostly antics took me to another plane. I tossed and turned until midnight. I thought I heard a voice, a sweet voice, it seemed to be coming from downstairs. I was staying at the Menger Hotel in San Antonio; it is adjacent to the Alamo. The usual night sounds were coming from the Alamo, then there was a woman’s scream. I got up I was in Room...

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A Reenactor's Nightmare

A Reenactor’s NightmareSuzanne MarshI am a Confederate Civil War reenactor. My name is Tim Reid. What I am about to relate actually happened to me while doing a re-enactment of the Battle of Gettysburg on the second day of battle. The incident occurred at Devil’s Den, a very good name. Many a good boy lost his life there on July 2, 1863.My company was dispatched to Devil’s Den, the place is haunted not just by Civil War deaths but by Native American hunting grounds and a bloody First Nation termed “The Battle of the Crows. Legend states tha...

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Guilt and Prayer

Guilt and PrayerSuzanne Marsh“Pa, Pa, come quick!” Jed cried in a plaintive voice. Mark Adams dropped the pitchfork he had been pitching hay with. Jed was not a boy to cry; whatever happened, Mark knew it wasn’t good. Mark ran to the other end of the large barn. He stopped short; there was boy about Jed’s age hanging from a rope. Mark quickly had Jed ride into the town of Fate to bring the sheriff and old Doc March. Mark, a protective arm around his son asked quietly:“Do you know who that boy is Jed?” “Yeah Pa, Tommy Trainor, he was best fri...

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hiding in the Shadows

Hiding in the ShadowsSuzanne Marsh“Sherman’s a comin', if yer got a lick of sense yer’d take ur family outta Atlanta.” Corporal Joshua Ashworth sought out his Captain:“Sir, request permission to remove my family from Atlanta NOW! Them flames are getting realclose to my farm.”The captain saw the smoke curling and rising over the city of Atlanta; Sherman was leaving his calling card. Captain Johnny McNamara had been to the small farm a few days before:“Corporal, go, get your wife and son to safety. I don’t know how long General Hood can holdem...

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Fate and Lavender

Fate and LavenderSuzanne MarshAttorney “Ace” Dagget heard the knock on his door; he opened and in staggered Mitch Hardison. Mitch, his face pale, clutched his chest: “Ace, I can’t breathe, I guess you better have my will handy.” Mitch passed away quickly on a cold February day in Fate, Texas. He was buried on the first day of March, and the dust blew on those who were at the funeral. “Ace” Dagget gave the eulogy; as he spoke, he thought about the will he had filed for Mitch. “Ace” had no idea where to search for Michelle Hardison. She inheri...

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The Corrigan Brothers

The Corrigan BrothersSuzanne Marsh March 3, 1861“Pa, hey Pa, Sam Houston’s been replaced as governor, Edward Clark is the new governor.Hope we secede soon.” James Corrigan shouted excitedly. “Big” Tom Corrigan, his pa, smiled; he wished Oliver were as enthusiastic. He noted Oliver striding toward the house in a blue uniform. “Big” Tom felt the bile rising in his throat:“Oliver, you gonna fight for the bluebellies?”“Yep, Pa, I am.”“No son of mine is gonna fight for the bluebellies, not now, not ever, do you understand meboy?”I understand, pa,...

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