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Ghost of A Chance

Richard PrimeJanuary 21, 2020

Ghost of A Chance written by: Richard Prime I've always thought of myself as a bit of an entrepreneur. Not a con man, you understand. Everything I d...

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Just An Old House

Verona JonesDecember 9, 2019

Just An Old House written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Just an old house falling apart, along a mountain interstate. Travelers abandoned their ...

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Fremont Street Nevada

Glynn SinclareDecember 6, 2019

Fremont Street Nevada written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I walked Fremont Street, three days while the world passed me by. A constant barrage,...

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A Tourist Guide to Banjo, OK

Steven M BairdAugust 29, 2019

A Tourist Guide to Banjo, OK written by: Steven M Baird @SMBairdOrd In between the breezes of our famous Confederate black oaks, and the fumes comi...

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6 summer haiku

Paweł MarkiewiczJuly 24, 2019

6 Summer Haiku From Tiszaujvaros Hungary 2019 written by: Paweł Markiewicz I seven hundred miles from home but a dreamy stork our rumination II ...

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You’ll Find Me in Marylin

Rachel ReagorJune 7, 2019

You'll Find Me in Marylin written by: Rachel Reagor Between Piłka and Miały, the small village of Marylin rests on the luscious, green, rolling hills ...

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Que Se Mueran De Sed

Maria J. EstradaMarch 20, 2019

Que Se Mueran De Sed written by: Maria J. Estrada @drmariajestrada Quieren todo los Turistas Ojos, pupils glistening, full de colores, naranja y r...

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“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...