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It wasn’t quite noon when the doors flew open and three strangers stepped into the luxurious lobby of the Sutherland Hotel. They were well dressed and appeared to be gentlemen; unlike most of the dusty ruffians that would often visit the nearby saloons and taverns. The Sutherland, as it was referred to, at the very…
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The world is a pressurized mass of dense magnetic particles, tumbling through the universe blindly, without a notion of their trajectory. With a single commonality…they are all searching for the same thing: instant gratification. No more substance. Gone is the gloriously attenuated intellectual conversation. We sit at the dinner table and fork through a pound…
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Every night I wake up from the same terrible nightmare. I realize that it sounds cliche, but it’s true. It starts out benign enough. I’m sitting in a chair reading. I don’t recognize the room that I’m sitting in, but it appears that I live there. The curtains are drawn from all the windows, and…
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The city was bursting with energy. For the first time in as long as I can remember, there was a smile on my face. Nothing joyful, I mean I wasn’t celebrating anything. I was simply content. Content with my life and my place in the world, and content with the task set before me. Interesting,…
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Chapter 1 Toby was a good kid at the beginning. How evil can a newborn baby really be? Don’t answer that. His parents, Tina and Carl, loved him as if he was their own. No matter how hard they tried, Carl and Tina were unable to have children. Adoption was their only choice. They jumped…
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When I woke, there was a knife in my hand. Not bloody, thank goodness, but dirty. Like it had been used to dig a hole in the backyard. I don’t recall needing a hole dug, but if I did I wouldn’t use a kitchen knife. I noticed that the knife, although a peculiar thing, was…
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The rain falls merciless on the thatch of the thin roof. Sleep will not come now, though I never expected it to. The rain brings pain and torment in cold, liquid rage. The drapes are open at the window near my humble bed, and I catch a glimpse of your face as the torrent crashes…
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We are all faced with difficult and often arduous choices. Unfortunately, many of these choices are presented to us without fault rather than made organically. We struggle to make the right choice; wondering, and praying that the path we are on is the right one, or at the very least, the right one for us.…
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The heat is relentless. There’s no sun due to the cloud coverage but you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. A young girl of 8 years skates up and down the street with her friends. It’s summer vacation and the neighborhood is full of laughter. Backyard barbecues and swimming pools had replaced spelling tests…
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The walls were off-white but not on purpose, and not for any psychological reason either. They were white because they didn’t care. The room was just as insignificant: a single bed, and a toilet. The floor was a shade of gray that hadn’t been used in decades. The single florescent light that hung from the…
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The light enveloped me and covered me like warm rain on a hot summer day. I felt renewed in its glow. Awkwardly, I reached out to touch it and felt its warmth radiate through me as if the light had touched me in return. I quickly retracted, nervous and wary that I would spoil something…
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Flat Rock was a small town. I suppose it still is. I haven’t been there in years; not since I was taken away to live with my grandparents. From what I can still remember, Flat Rock was the perfect place to be a kid. Every summer we would swim out at South Fork Creek. Then…
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Kavin Macy was Watertown’s best hitter. He wasn’t a bad first baseman either. Teams from all over the county visibly cringed when they played the Watertown team. Not because the other teams were so horribly bad. No. It was because Watertown had themselves a Bonafide, major league hitter. Each and every time young Kavin Macy…
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On one particular night that stands out in my memory, one of our beach front neighbors must have been displeased with something because at approximately 11pm, the police arrived. Luckily for us we had dispelled with much of the evening’s enhancements. However, Peter was visibly drunk, as usual and had gotten himself arrested. Like a…
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Rovers takes place during America’s bicentennial year of 1976. At its’ core, it’s a story about loss, about redemption, and about the agony of the road. I would imagine that if Steinbeck were to write a dystopian world, it might look similar to this one. It is clear that there are similarities to Of Mice…
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Mark Twain wrote “Loyalty of country, always. Loyalty of government, only when it deserves it.” Never was a statement truer than this is today. We’ve all heard this story many times in grade school or otherwise… A young Thomas Jefferson is employed by Benjamin Franklin and John Adams to pen a letter of declaration to…
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The year was 1975. I was just a punk kid then. Seventeen years old and full of vinegar. So sure of myself and what little the world had to offer. Nothing, that’s what. Like all other teens my age, we waited for what was meant to come to us instead of reaching out and grabbing…
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Comparing Athens and Sparta is much like comparing apples to oranges. Both unique in their own way yet differing greatly even though they were neighboring cities. For example, the Athenian form of government was democracy, or demos, meaning the people. Each election year, the Athenian men, usually limited to between 5,000 and 6,000, would gather…
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