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I first met Molly Harris two years ago in a coffee shop near my home just outside of Boston. I wouldn’t have recognized her had I not just seen her hospital photo in a magazine the day before; placing her in the where are they now’ pile. She was considerably older – obviously. But I…
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Based on Actual Events My name is Willie Gardner and I got a story to tell y’all. Not like one a them book stories, more like news an shit. Maybe I should call that news lady that’s on the TV all the time talkin bout shit that happens in all them other places. Ain’t nothin…
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A Watertown Short Story 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…
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Prelude Black Creek, Indiana. 1884 “Father!” she cried again. “Lucy!”Silence.Then—A shift. Breathing. She sensed a change. Very close.A whisper brushed the back of her neck.From beyond the door came movement—slow footsteps across stone. Soft leather. Deliberate. Waiting.Metal scraped metal as the lock disengaged. The door shuddered as it was released from within. Marigold stepped back,…
Brian Kelly Irons 