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Stories
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The Music in the Storm
The thunder comes softly at first, but soon the rain pours down harder and the thunder gets louder and I run for cover. I grab my fishing poles, tackle box, net, backpack, duck for cover into the woods. I huddle beneath an oak tree as the sounds of the...
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Dad's Fighter Pilot Buddies
Dad’s fighter-pilot friends were mostly class acts, true warriors dedicated to protecting their country and drinking every last English pub dry. But as with any group of egomaniacs, there are always one or two assholes to ruin everyone’s re...
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Dr. Vikram Jarial
“Wow! I don’t mean to sound rude, but that’s a pretty heavy bench press for a guy your age. How much weight is that?” “Let’s see – I’ve got 4 forty-five pound plates on each side of the bar. It’s a little over four-hundred pounds. Of ...
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Abah, Father of Illusions
Afraid to blink, Murni’s eyes are fixed on the floating city. “How did you do it?” she asks with a worried look. Her father lowers his arms, breaking a trance that has taken years to develop. The illusion of the city disappears in a twinkling of ...
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The Kite and the Sunken City
Murni’s kite soars into the Malaysian skies. A heavy wind pulls it out to sea, its streamers spiraling up like red dragons with elongated tails. A line of low clouds look like smudges of white paint against a sky-blue canvas. The mid-day sun burns ho...
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Mother Earth Meets Ali G
Mother Earth: [Coughs] I’ll get better, but it’s not me that I’m worried about. You know this stuff is contagious and I’m more worried about my children. Father Time tells me that my pollution is in remission, but my body temper...
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Stagecoach
On the way down to Pecos, I saw a stagecoach in the distance. At first I thought I was seeing things, but then it was right there in front of me like a punch in the gut. I put my hand on my gun as the wooden wheels came to a stop. Dust and weeds blew b...
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Eli Returns
I was shootin’ at sparrows and she just appeared. Honest. I asked if she was O.K. and she just ran off." “Sarah, that true?” Lizzie asked. “Yes, ma’am. I tried to go home but I ended up here.” Sarah answered. &#...
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Uncle Jim
Even though Jim was an alcoholic, his quirky good looks made him stand out in a crowd. He was left-handed, with jet-black hair, light-blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He often wore a faded denim jacket, camouflage hat, and a pair of black combat boots. ...
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Willie Returns
“Don’t be silly, girl. Where are your parents? It’s getting late and they must be worried.” “It’s really true. Lizzie you’ve got to help me. My Aunt Ruth told me all the stories about Willie, Theresa, and the o...
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Curse of the Black Elk
The noises grew louder, encircling them like an unfamiliar wind. The torches flickered out and the fire in the center of the medicine wheel dispersed a heavy smoke. In the blackness of night, the shadows of the spirit world surrounded them. Chief Elkha...
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Shawnee Ritual 2
“I’m not afraid to die. My only wish now is to rescue Mishawaka, your daughter. I’ll sing my own death song with gladness in my heart and travel with the great elk to meet the Creator if that is my path.” Chief Elkhart walked ne...
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Shawnee Ritual
The Hunter’s Moon hung low in the sky when Chief Elkhart took his place near the center of the medicine wheel. He raised his sun-worn face and Thaway painted red and white lines on his cheeks. Wearing a headdress adorned with elk antlers and eagl...
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My Twelve-Year-Old and Her Gun
The man started after me, but he stopped cold when he heard the shotgun blast. It was Sarah, my twelve-year-old daughter. She was on horseback, holding that Winchester like a natural. Sarah moved closer. The taller man reached for his gun. She fired a ...
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Sihde Dragon
I feel my entire body transform, and I grow taller and taller, until I’m looking down at the castle grounds from a towering height. I am transformed into a Sihde dragon. I gaze down in delight at my muscular body, knowing only a few Sihde have ev...
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To Kill the Princess
Zalfaqar raises his head and stares into the crowd and then he moves toward me in long, measured steps. The Sihde captives are hypnotized, moved beyond the fear of death. And then, over the loud whispers from the crowd, he raises a jeweled dagger and w...
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Zalfaqar
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The Light of Sihde
He strikes me again and I fall to my knees. I rise when I remember my father’s words. “Even the darkest shadows cannot escape the light of Sihde!” The light from my crown penetrates the darkness and they fall back into the shadows. Th...
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The Sihde Princess
It is still raining when the Ash-Shayton clerics come for me. The light from my crown glows steady amber, casting shades of checkered light along the castle floor. They are puzzled by my appearance and they whisper among themselves for some time before...
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Back to the Future
There was no way to know so she did the only thing she could. She stepped into the kitchen and said, “Hello.” The woman in the kitchen screamed, knocking over a hanging copper pot. “You scared the beans out of me!” “Sorry....
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Swift Ashen Mirages (continued)
“I’m sorry,” Sarah said. “I’m a little confused.” She walked over to him. “Have you been standing here the whole time?” “You lost?” “I need to go back home.” “I’m Willi...
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Swift Ashen Mirages part 2
Sarah walked to the back corner of the cemetery to the grave stone of Willie Inman. She thought of the stories her Aunt Ruth told her of Willie, the cattle trader. When Willie got drunk one night, he bit off another man’s ear. People didn’t...
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Swift Ashen Mirages
Sometimes Sarah walked through the fields for hours, only returning to the Ohio farmhouse when she was tired, hungry, or just lonely. And on her way home she often visited the family cemetery with its dark windows into the past. Swift ashen mirages see...
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Because of Your Ficly Reviews part 2
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Because of Your Reviews!
“Wait, you’re that guy who won’t leave me alone. I don’t believe this crap. How did you find me?” “It wasn’t difficult,” I responded. “Your profile gave away the clues.” “Get the hell ou...
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The Ficly Killer part 3
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she prepared the coffee machines. She disappeared behind the counter then moved around her work area like a puppet on a string. It was as if each movement was controlled by a puppeteer — like she wasn&...
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The Ficly Killer part 2
She smiled and doused her cigarette inside a half-empty paper cup. “No, really I don’t mind. You look harmless enough, but you really did scare the hell out of me. You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” “IR...
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The FICLY Killer
I stalked her for two days before following her to work on a Saturday morning. I slept behind the bushes outside her window the night before. It was six-thirty by the time she arrived at the coffee shop and I was ready. She combed her bangs across her ...