Adil’s Autumn Picnic

Adil’s heart felt heavy
Hearing her weep,
Unable to be present to console her.
Flowers and chocolates could not wipe away her tears.

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Felicity’s Night

Her appetite replaced by butterflies in her stomach
She eats a small salad with soup and crackers
Then she applies her cosmetics.
The phone rings.

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The Longest Date Ever

I have to admit I was nervous; all the monsters and demons I’d faced up to now, and I was scared of a regular woman.  “You wanna grab a burger at Granny’s tonight?”

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Window Shopping

She set out to Assume Nothing.
Adil would be waiting for her.
Grey gloves in hand.
She could feel a blush rising to her cheeks.

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The Onfighting

My heart was hell, a deepening abyss. My soul, wrapped in chains, unable to find peace. I staggered along with fellow students on the way to morning chapel. This stroll was familiar as it was required of us each weekday morning. It was a bright sunny day in Southern California and my whole being throbbed with woe.
NO! It can’t be true!

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Time Ticks, Mr. Danan

Time ticks.
Alarmed, he looks at the door.
No knock, no bell, no call.
She is late.
She is never late.

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Assume Nothing

A humble door lies to the observer about what lies beyond.
Azure blue paint faded and peeling reveals aged wood.
Above the door a faded sign.
“Assume Nothing”
Ornate calligraphy painted gold, red, cream.
The intrepid onlooker sees an opportunity to explore.

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Look Under “D” For “Devil”

Just then, a blood-curdling scream tore through the library. Willow ran out of the ladies’ bathroom like the devil was after her.
“Whoa there, cowgirl, what’s the ruckus?” I asked.
“I looked in the mirror, and instead of my face, I saw this horrible, black monster face with red eyes!”

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Battle for Turs

Jeanne di Arch was the daughter of the mayor of Turs and was called on to do many things, but what King Yeshua asked her to do was the strangest request by far. It technically all started when a horde of trolls led by Eglesh attacked their village.

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Otherworld Part 2: A Lady of Shadow

The darkness was what haunted Sera the most. The darkness of the witch’s castle and the horrid hissing voices of the wraiths she kept as her servants and pets. They whispered and taunted. “You’ll never see the sun again.” “No one will remember you.”  “You can never go home.” 

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Otherworld Part 1: The Queen of the Flowers

The white climbing rose that stood on the east side of Keep Meridian’s garden had many names. To rose fanciers, (who came from miles around to view her splendor) she was the Scimitar Rose. To the bards, she was the noble Queen of the Flowers. But to the Elves of Meridian, she was Akasma, or at least the only part of her that remained in this world.

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St. John’s Bonfire

“Filomena, Filomena! Mama says make it quick. Mama, Papa, Francisco and I are already ready!” blurted ten-year-old Fatima. 
“I know; I’ll be out in a minute!” Filomena called back in exasperation.

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Falling into the Black

The hell hole was vanishing. Suddenly, a black, hairy arm thrust out of the darkness and grabbed me by the vest, yanking me into the hole.
“WALTER!” Conrad cried as I fell into the darkness.

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The Mermaid of St. Eulalia

He raised his flashlight and finally caught whoever it was. It was a girl, with long brown hair that fell down her back and across her chest, and almost translucent white skin. But she was no human, she had a purple and green tail where her legs should be. The scales ran all the way up her body, ending just below her collarbone.

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Aunt Nancy’s Angels

“Gather around girls, gather around! It’s story time!” Aunt Nancy, the headmistress of the orphanage, sat down in her usual chair, the rocking chair set in the corner next to the fireplace.

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Daily Bread

“I want to fully partake in the experience that is being a Christian,” Nicanor 112 said.
“I thought you were already doing that. You’ve got your own Robo Church and everything.”
“I need the Lord’s Supper, Alexander.”

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The Mangled Tree

She comes back almost every morning to pray aloud and silently beneath the tree. Sometimes, I hear a few words of The Lord’s Prayer carried by the wind to my ears. This must be her sacred space.

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One Dog Night

“A man was found dead this morning, and…” the sheriff trailed off.
“We think it was a large canine,” said Julia.
“And you think I had something to do with it?” asked Walter. 
“Well, there are some folks who are concerned, you being a werewolf and all,” said Sheriff Donne.

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Greg’s All Night Diner

From the diary of Katherine Craig.
Dear Diary,
Today began about 6:30 AM, when my ears were assaulted by the unmistakable racket of my Pa playing bagpipes on the front lawn.

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