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Continue reading →: Dark Man
The Dark Man stepped out of the shadows and confronted Cassandra. Her first instinct was to freeze—like in the nightmare she’d had as a child—but fear burned into anger, and her quickness saved her. She fought him, fingers slipping on his mask, and tore it away. His wild red eyes…
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Continue reading →: 2046
Casey1 unit monitored the screen with precision as she cut away the burned layers of skin from Emily Brown’s face. Emily’s hands trembled while Casey1 recalibrated the e‑skin patch for the left side of her face, using temporary transfer‑tattoo paper. Casey pressed the e‑skin against Emily’s cheek, dampened it with…
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Continue reading →: Gone Fishing
Maria struggled to keep her head above water as waves kept assaulting her. The small life vest kept her bobbing, but she felt she was losing the battle. Remnants of the boat floated on the water’s surface; she was hoping to catch something to hold onto. The sun was blazing…
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Continue reading →: Book Worm
I’ve read 1984 3 times, the Sherlock Holmes stories maybe twice, To Kill a Mockingbird twice, Siddhartha 4 times, and I and Thou twice. I’ve also read The Tao of Pooh and The Te of Piglet many times. Most of the time, I read a book once unless it has…
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Continue reading →: Chinatown Mystery
Brian was interrogating the owner, Chang Lee, at a table in the back of the restaurant. He motioned for Zoe to go into the kitchen. The walk-in freezer door, already crisscrossed with yellow police tape, stood wide open. CSIs in white jumpsuits and booties, looking like Q-tips, moved in and…
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Continue reading →: Who?What?When? & Why?
Like a 5-year-old who asks too many questions, I am a lifelong learner, endlessly curious about all sorts of things. Art, theater, radio/TV, journalism, graphic design, languages, philosophy, nursing science, and Buddhist nun, etc. I plunge headfirst and don’t come up for air until I am satisfied. When I cock…
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Continue reading →: One Stormy Night
Zoe struggled to keep her head above water; the storm was brutal; lightning split the sky with white rage. Behind her, the small dinghy burned, a ball of flame against the waves. The wind tore at the surface, turning the water into jagged shards of cold. The dock was not…
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Continue reading →: More Dharma, Less Drama
My morning Café con Leche is a ritual; sitting and doing my daily blog and trying to write short stories have improved my attitude about being retired. I now relax more, expecting less. I no longer have the urge to do something because I am being consistent in writing and…
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Continue reading →: Morning Pork Chop
It was mid-morning on a Saturday, cartoon day. I was relaxing on the living room floor in my PJs, watching my favorite shows. Shirley, only 9, decided she wanted pork chops for breakfast. I had been attending Commercial Advertising classes during the day and night high school all week; I…
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Continue reading →: Get The Popcorn
George Orwell’s “1984” should be followed by “2026 You Can’t Make This Up.” Getting the popcorn now. This story changes minute by minute and never stops surprising me. A total Theater of the Absurd is unfolding; one can’t even get true news. Just like in 1984, they make it up…
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