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"Depressed in Vegas"
Submitted By: Christine Bruness
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It was supposed to be a fun, no holds barred weekend; and for Harry, my best friend, I guess it was. We flew to Las Vegas so Harry could have one last fling before he tied the knot. He asked me to go with him and I jumped at the chance. I was working as a detective for the New York Police Department, and well…New York in the winter can really be one depressing son of a bitch! I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere where I could relax and yea, maybe have a fling myself. I never expected that I would return home even more depressed than when I left.
It all started when Harry came into the hotel room. That Saturday morning he got up befor...
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Parable
Submitted By: Coyofox SchiZm
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View this Member's Gallery | Frost. Having taken it upon itself to come in the stark darkness of the night, silent and invisible, it was nothing more than a premonition for the much more visible snow, which had fallen almost inanimately the day before. It now covered the lucent panes of the windows in a thin veil of ice, masking the small flakes of snow which still ventured to fall, building upon the fringes of the windows. All this was seen to be witnessed, if only for a few brief minutes, by the eyes of Dimitri, a small raccoon of no more than nine. Twiddling his thumbs, Dimitri sighed, and endeavored to find some other, more amiable atmosphere within the house, besid...
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Portrait of Evil. A scary play in two acts.
Submitted By: RICHARD DAVIES
April Submission /
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| Portrait of Evil
by
Richard Davies
A Scary play in Two Acts.
Cast in order of appearance.
Michael Colonessi.
Hannah.
Joseph Abrahams.
A young man.
The action of the play takes place in Michael Colonessi's studio in 1850 London, and the National Gallery in present day London.
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Act One.
Act One. Scene One.
London. Winter. 1850.
Michael Colonessi's studio. Late night.
(lights up)
The curtains rises on the room of Michael Colonessi in the East End of London. It is an abandoned warehouse overlooking the River Thames, and Colonessi uses it as both...
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"Atlantic City"
Submitted By: Christine Bruness
April Submission /
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| “Hi, honey, I’m back,” a heavy-set elderly woman said to the dollar slot machine. She opened her faded, white, canvas tote bag and took out two rolls of coins.
“You’re going to help me again this year, isn’t that right?” The young man sitting next to her listened as she spoke loudly to the machine.
“Here goes nothin!” She put three $1 coins in the machine and pulled the lever. Two bars and one diamond. No coins came out.
“That’s all right. We’re just warming up.” She pulled the lever again and again. Ten coins came out of the machine.
“I knew I could count on you!” She continued to feed the machine three coins at a...
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Reality or Nightmare
Submitted By: Robert Sine
March Submission /
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| Fog rolls in like a silent predator, engulfing everything in its path. Even the houses are shrouded as if the very clouds themselves came down and covered everything.
Driving was becoming very difficult, and hazardous, it was hard to see even the road in front of the car let alone other vehicles. Headlights from the car tried in vain to pierce the dense and ever thickening, clinging damp fog.
“Damn,” said John, “this is like driving through pea soup”. “Can’t see anything not even the side of the road “. “Slow down,” said Mary while she anxiously peered out the windshield, as if she could see any better than her husband John. Every fe...
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Ante Up
Submitted By: Ingrid Wooten
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| ANTE UP
The sudden thud of a heavy metal door opening and banging against the wall scattered rats in all directions. The dark, deserted, slime-ridden alleyway enhanced the commotion.
A huge burly bald-headed man with a body full of tattoos pulled a small mousy type man up the metal stairs from the basement and threw him unceremoniously into the alley. The bouncer pointed a finger at the smaller man, who was trying to get his face out of the wet muck that littered the cobblestones. “I don’t want to see your ugly face in here ever again.” The bald man clumped down the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him.
The mousy man...
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Fulcrum
Submitted By: Coyofox SchiZm
February Submission /
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I guess it couldn’t really be called a “brainstorm”, more of like a “jolt”. No, I’m not talking about getting a bright idea, I’m talking about getting hit in the head by a heavy text book. Such was the case of Tamara, as she sat in her room quietly, alone. She was on the verge of something so very awesome she couldn’t even describe it, when the book hit. “Oww!” she cried, rubbing her head, pain starting to swell upon the inflicted spot. Tamara shook her head slightly before looking down upon the book which had injured her, an old copy of “Algebra 2”, a thick book indeed. “Stupid book,” she muttered, flinging it across...
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Of Lumberyards and Laundromats
Submitted By: Steve Cline
February Submission /
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Of Lumberyards and Laundromats
by Steve Cline
7-05
In the local newspaper the next day the report from the police and fire inspector suspected the fire started somewhere in the big wooden shed at Johansson’s Lumberyard on Route 38, just past the Dairy Queen out on the west end of town. Although they said further investigation was required, initial indications showed the fire began because of a fuel leak from the old green and yellow John Deere garden tractor Jake Johansson used to mow out by the road and along the sides of the two long buildings with the wooden roofs and open sides where they stored all the lumber. Hundred...
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The Well
Submitted By: Ingrid Wooten
February Submission /
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| “Thank you, Gary. As you can see I am standing in front of the Connelly farm where hundreds of volunteers are gathered for a second day of search and rescue of the two Connelly children.” Julie Stanton, news reporter, held her microphone with one hand while trying to brush her windblown blonde hair from her face with the other. “They disappeared yesterday morning after telling their mother they were going to play soccer in the back yard. Parents, Mr. And Mrs. John Connelly called police after the children missed lunch and couldn’t be found. Now, there has been a report of a sighting of a black van in the area shortly before their disappearanc...
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A love story that never ends
Submitted By: sheena douglas
February Submission /
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| The end of summer beach party!
Sara Anderson had just graduated high school. Her parents were both lawyers and they wanted her to follow in their foot steps. Sara decided that’s what she was going to do. There was only a few more weeks left of summer. Saras best friend, named Nicole Johnson, was also going to be a lawyer.
Sara on the other hand had other things on her mind before she went away to school. You see 5 years ago she had broken up with her high school sweetheart which broke her heart. She was convinced that she was never going find true love again. Little did she know that at the end of summer beach party she was going to...
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