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Short Story – Mauriel’s Song

Old Barney was the nickname for the lighthouse near the northern tip of Long Beach Island. It was over two hundred years old. The lighthouse was the subject of many stories. It figured prominently into local history. Adjacent to it, a museum helped illustrate that history and that of the Jersey Shore. That’s where I left Jennifer and the car. It was for the best. I didn’t want to put her or Kara in any danger. With that thought in mind, I turned my thoughts inward to my guardian angel. Continue reading

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Short Story – The Mark of a Good Man

The fighting had ended long ago. Even so, it took Ula time to work up the courage to leave her house. Looking at the scene, she wished she hadn’t. The street had been transformed into a battlefield, littered with the dead. Some of the bodies didn’t have a mark on them. Others had been sliced apart. A few looked like their skin had sloughed off.

Standing amid the carnage was Danr. He didn’t seem any worse for wear. The man still wore his battered leather hat. No blood stained his storm gray coat or the dark clothing he wore underneath it. The sword in his hand glowed a pale blue. Its radiance cast its wielder in a malevolent light, making the brand seared into his cheek stand out that much more.

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Flash Fiction: The Verdict

The verdict is always the same. Outrage sparks in the gallery. The judge bangs his gavel, calling for order. Bailiffs remove people from the court room. There were sure to be demonstrations and protests in the street. How did it come to this? Is justice really blind? Does the fault lie with the system or the jury? One look around the court room and I have my answer.

 

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Flash Fiction – The Time and the Place

Is this the time? Is this the place? It could be. Is this the right cause? That question is harder to answer. A fight, here and now, meant risking everything. It had to be worth it. The war is more than one battle. Generals understood that. They urge us to keep our powder dry and to pick our moment. Some of those hunkered down next to me heed their words while others throw themselves into the fray. I pick my shots, sniping at targets of opportunity, until the enemy rises from hiding. That’s when everything changes. Lit by torches and emboldened by reckless hate, their standards represent the blood of innocents spilled for their cause. There is no longer any doubt. I rise, along with all the others and charge forward. Fighting against evil is always worth it, no matter the risk.

 

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Flash Fiction: The Wall

The wall towered over me. It had protected me from dangers, real and imagined, but that safety came at a price. I was isolated and alone. As I surveyed my handiwork, I spotted an imperfection. A small crack had appeared. Through it, sound was able to penetrate the weathered stone. Amid the screams of terror, cries of intolerance, and all the things I had fled, there were whispered words of hope. Could I find camaraderie and friendship, free of my self-imposed exile? Was the chance for something more worth the risk of venturing out into the world again? I pick up my tools, still unsure of whether I want to expand or fix the crack in the wall.

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Flash Fiction: Night of the Long Knives

The air reeks of incompetence. Lies are told. Truths are revealed. Battle lines are drawn. Knives are drawn and blood is spilled. Do I sit back and watch or join the fray? As I weigh my options, a hand clamps over my mouth and nose. Something sharp slides between my ribs, a painful reminder that no one is safe when the the sun sets and long knives come out.

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Flash Fiction: The Demon

It was a nightmare from ages past. I thought I had vanquished this demon, yet here it was again. Given strength by the stress of the moment and my weakness, it seemed unbeatable. As my resolve weakened. I thought back to the advice of my sponsor and the stories of those who battled this same foe. I remembered the mistakes made and the price paid. I set the bottle down, unopened.

 

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