Category: Fiction
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The Ferry
Bill Murphy woke up at his usual 5:30 a.m. on a Tuesday in August and got up from his couch in the living room in his bungalow in Marblehead, Ohio. A half-empty Maker’s Mark bottle sat on the coffee table next to him. He capped the bottle, retrieved yesterday’s Sandusky Register newspaper from the floor…
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Black Betty
The day after he went out on his first date, James made a firm resolution to buy a car of his own.
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Mo is For Movies
It was 7:36 p.m. on a warm summer evening, and Steve “Mo” Marlington stood for a moment in the corner of the concession stand of the Eastside Drive-In Theatre a few miles east of Rendville out on U.S. 20, watching a mountain of hot buttered popcorn sputter and grow within its glass enclosure.
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The Log Cabin
The man, who wore heavy leather boots and coat, and breeches made of heavy woolen cloth, stepped down from the wagon he had driven on the rough-hewn road. The roadway was heavily studded with stumps but there was a clearing in the forested country.
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The Baseball Game
Andrew Jenkins, or “Jenks” as he was called by his teammates, stood in left field gazing at the crowd in the stands. It had taken him a long time to get here, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
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Patience
It was a struggle. It had taken all the effort it could muster to push upward from under the ground, and still it was not enough. Strife! “Patience must be learned,” it heard whispered from somewhere.
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Hey Boomer! Your music’s on
Many television advertisements use popular music from the late 1960s through the late 1980s to appeal to the primarily Baby Boomer (born between 1946 and 1964) and Generation X (born between 1965 and 1980) consumers.
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The Mall
He entered the Rendville Park Mall by parking his Chevrolet outside the JC Penney Co. store as he usually did, and went in through the wide, gleaming glass doors.
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The Hunter
I spent four hours last Saturday doing what to some might seem a paradoxical activity – sitting out in the cold winter woods hunting for something I really had no special desire to be hunting.
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Rangers at Midnight
An American scout and a Canadian mountie track a killer across a moonlit landscape and get more than they bargained for when they find him.
Dusty Tires 