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Story: Spirit in the Subway by Mark Tulin

The little boy could hardly keep his eyes open. He lay on his Uncle’s lap during the subway ride home. He always liked resting his head on his lap; it was safe there. He looked up at the ceiling of the train and stared at its empty space. Keep Reading

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Story: Delivery by Denis Bell

“It came out positive.” “You’re kidding!” It would seem so. The news was surprising to Ruth because Sandra was old. Not Betty White old, but easily old enough to be Ruth’s mom. Keep Reading

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A Pair of Silk Stockings by Kate Chopin

Little Mrs. Sommers one day found herself the unexpected possessor of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a very large amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn old porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance such as she had not enjoyed for years. Keep Reading

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Story: Retreat by Jack Coey

She ran away from home, and Pastor Bruce was dismayed after talking with her mother. Her mother said she’d been sullen for the last month or so, and even the school nurse called once. Her daughter wouldn’t tell her what was wrong, and she asked Pastor Bruce Keep Reading

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The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry

The Gift of the Magi One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher Keep Reading

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Story: Helping Me Up by Bruce Ransom

“Are you going to be my new daddy?” she asked directly.“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the flowery dress squirming beside him on the edge of the living room couch. “I like your mom, but to get married you have to really, really like each other.” Keep Reading

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Story: The Birthmark by Loretta Martin

I was born with a birthmark that looked like a bruised flower. It trailed along the left side of my face, from hairline to where neck and shoulder met. I grew accustomed to open stares, sidelong glances, and children being chastised for pointing. Keep Reading

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Horror Story: Night of Fire and Glass

The freaks are out again tonight. I hear them howling. I hear branches cracking off trees. There were out last night, too. It has been warm and heat draws them to the streets. It’s been like this since the war, or since the raids, but really it started with the slave ships. Keep Reading

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Story: The Cop and the Anthem by O. Henry

On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand. Keep Reading

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Story: The Storm by Kristin Leprich

Describe the storm for me, would you? My brother speaks to me in a hushed tone, as if the shaking echo of a louder voice might break the sight in front of us. We sit on top of the tallest hill in our plain Midwestern subdivision, surveying the damage,or, in his case, the heavenly view.… Keep Reading

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Story: Trapped In A Bottle by Ruben Michael Molina

The sun sizzled the soft tanned skin of Alison Bailey, as she lay comfortably on her favorite azure beach towel; the soft gurgle of the ocean tide lulling her into a peaceful slumber. The beach was a place that Alison visited when felt the world shatter around her, Keep Reading

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Story: The Magic Spot

He lay in the grassy median of a road which bounded one side of a large inner-city university.  How he had come there, nobody knew.  From his looks, though, his path had been a cruel one. His body showed the signs of a life wracked by insupportable pain. Keep Reading

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