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Suzanne Marsh

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A Wedding and a Murder

A wedding and a MurderSuzanne MarshMargo Martel planned her wedding for what seemed like years; her fiance Hugo Tyree had waited for ten years. I met him at several of Margo’s dinners, ones for the people who worked for her. My name is Warwick Hart, and I work for Margo as a Private Investigator. I do background checks for people she wishes to hire and protect her from prying eyes. Margo wanted a huge wedding with everyone who worked for her there. I stood by the entrance, checking the wedding invitations, attempting not to be conspicuous. T...

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Just a Chance

Just a ChanceSuzanne Marsh“What you did to me no one has the right to do to another human being!” She needed to prove to herself, that she was a human being; she thought her life was over; instead she was given a second chance to prove to herself that she had worth. She stared incredulously at him one last time as she tried to recall if they had ever been happy together. He just sat there, he made no move to stop her or speak to her. She felt nothing but revulsion, and contempt for him. She hated how scared she was; she hated what she became...

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A Letter from Vietnam

Letter from VietnamSuzanne Marsh Dear Deana,I hated leaving you and the child you are bearing. I wish I were stationed anywhere other than here in this hellhole they call South Vietnam. I arrived here today at the base here in Da Nang. Words could never describe the heat, insects, and snakes, to name just a few things I have seen in my twenty-four hours here. I have been assigned to the 196th Light Infantry Brigade, and I ship out tomorrow for the field. I promise I will try to write to you as often as I can. It is very humid here. I hear r...

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Interview With Siren

Interview With SirenSuzanne MarshBig, round, soulful brown eyes stare at me as if to say: “Where is my treat? I don’t want a bone, Iwant what you are eating.” I surely could use a treat right about NOW. My name isSiren, I live with my parents in Texas. I have three sisters, Millie, Curly and CeCe.Ce Ce is a pain in the neck; she is six years older than I am. Millie is the youngest, thenCurly and me. I have learned to live with them. Millie and I go outside together, usuallywithout Ce Ce and Curly. We play and chase squirrels, outside of cour...

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Grand Exit

Grand ExitSuzanne Marsh“Today, class, we are studying the Civil War. Open your American History book to pagetwo-hundred.” Miss Watson waited as the class silently opened their history books.The class groaned almost in unison as Miss Watson began:“The American Civil War began with the firing on Fort Sumter on April 12th, 1861 it endedfour years later on April 9, 1865. We will be discussing the most important battles, theirlocations, and the generals who fought for the Union as well as the Confederacy. Weare going to reenact those battles. You...

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The Man Who Knew to Much

The Man Who Knew To MuchSuzanne Marsh“Max Lee and Cathy Muir will remain after class.” A rather cryptic way to start a day, Max thought to himself, wondering what Doctor “C” has in store for us. Dr. Nick Carpathian smiled to himself as he began his lecture on time and space.“Today, we stand on the threshold of discovery in time travel. Is it possible? Yes, first let’slook into the International Space Station. Time is slightly slower than on Earthdue to its high orbital speed. Once they return to Earth, they are milliseconds youngerthan they ...

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Divorce of the Not so Rich and Famous

Divorce of the Not So Rich and FamousSuzanne Marsh “You want a divorce, I’ll give you a divorce!”“You can not even spell it.”“Hell, why should I you spell it well enough for both of us.”“What the hell does that mean?”“It means you make me feel like an idiot.”“You make yourself feel like an idiot, not me.”“You are talking in riddles.”“No, I am talking common sense.”“Are you saying I don’t have common sense?”“You don’t have any sense, common or otherwise.”“I have enough sense to know we never should have gotten married.”“Really, whose bright i...

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A Logistical Nightmare

A Logistical NightmareSuzanne Marsh“Hello, Mom? Frank and I are getting married on October 15th, here in New York.” Those few words became a logistical nightmare. I hung up the phone, turned, and said:“What are we going to do with the dogs?” My husband of forty years smiled:“We take them with us.”“Four dogs, you and I in our Jetta? Are you insane?”Thus began the logistical plan of the century. I still was not convinced that taking the four dogs was a good idea; we live in Texas. It is approximately 1,500 miles from Texas to New York. The de...

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The Silence of the Night

The Silence of the NightSuzanne Marsh“It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark.” Laura Giovanni crept slowly back to the tenement where she lived. Fear welled within her; her Da would want the money she earned working in a sweatshop. She opened the door, praying he was passed out on the floor. Her Da opened his eyes:“Where is your money, girl?” As he said that, he began to pull off his belt, folding it into a strap. She knew he meant to beat her again. She hated him; he was not her real Da, he was someone her drunken...

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Burnt Offerings

Burnt OfferingsSuzanne Marsh“Aunt Sue, Aunt Sue, wake up, can you cook?” Smoke was billowing out of the kitchen by the time my husband and I rolled out of the couch sleeper we had slept on the night before. Visiting my cousin was a horrible culinary experience. My cousin’s daughter was desperate, as were her brothers; they were tired of burnt offerings from my cousin. She watched in fascination as I cooked the eggs and my husband cooked the bacon. The boys came downstairs moments later:“Hey, the bacon isn’t burnt, the eggs look good, no brow...

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Snow, Snow and More Snow

Snow, Snow, and More SnowSuzanne Marsh“Ma, I can’t see the barn; the snow is coming down faster than usual.” Matt Strong was ten years old the year the great snow came to Dodge City, Kansas. Jake Strong stomped his feet as he entered the small cabin:“Martha, the snow is getting deeper out there. Glad Matt and I split all that firewood thispast fall. We will be warm, now, Martha, what’s for dinner?”Martha Strong was a small, dark-haired woman with blue eyes and thin shoulders. She hated Kansas; it was flat, cyclones were bad enough, but the s...

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The Midnight Visitor

The Midnight VisitorSuzanne MarshThe gray stallion moved slowly, and the man in the saddle slumped. Blood covered his shoulder and his blue uniform. The man drew a deep breath before looking up to see a small farmhouse. The horse whinnied, as if it expected the occupant of the farmhouse to answer the door. A candle flickered in the window, the window opened, and a young girl looked. She noted the rider was slumped over; his blue uniform indicated he was a Union soldier. She quickly went down the stairs, opened the creaky door. The soldier sl...

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Goodbye My Friend

Goodbye My FriendSuzanne Marsh“Dale was killed this morning in Incirlik, Turkey.” I stared at the phone before uttering:“What, what happened? He was just here on leave; we went to his Mom’s funeral.”The year was 1969. Dale was in the Air Force stationed in Bentwaters, England; however, upon his return from leave, he was sent to Incirlik, Turkey. He was twenty years of age; he never saw twenty-one.I was nineteen at the time, married with one child; death had invaded my world. I sat down on a wooden kitchen chair, and with fond memories, I cri...

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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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