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The house had sat empty for quite some time. I didn’t really care about the condition.…
by Brian Fuller
The house had sat empty for quite some time. I didn’t really care about the condition.…
by Brian Fuller
By James Kunkel Climbing down from the fire engine-red, King Cab dually something you’ve wanted…
by James Kunkel
By Burl N. Corbett In 1971, as the “Swingin’ Sixties” were taking their last at bats,…
by Burl N. Corbett (PA)
The One-NamerBy Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Grade-4 Research Technician George Concord Boole was immersed seven layers deep…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)
By James Kunkel It’s not that you’re a lazy kid – far from it. Whenever possible,…
by James Kunkel
An original short play written by Larry N. Stromberg On the stage is Old Louey. Old Louey…
by Larry Stromberg (PA)
“How long has she been in labor?” Sean asked his worried neighbor. “Even since her…
by Burl N. Corbett (PA)
By Christopher Thomas Pyles Her name was Sarah. She said she liked Superman, and it was…
by Christopher Pyles (IL)
Fiction by Michael “Yasir” Belt The sun began to set on the mid-summer’s day. Gates and…
by Michael Belt (PA)
By Steve Bartholomew To read Part One, click here A word about being a felon these…
by Steven Bartholomew (WA)
