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Absolution, by Kit Tunstall
He couldn’t even remember anymore why he’d hated the boy with such intense passion. Joe sighed and wiped a hand down his sweaty face. The memory always filled him with shame and disgust at his own behavior. Though there was no question Tony had set out to provoke him, Joe had been unable to forgive his own actions. He didn’t want the same thing to happen to Franco, assuming the boy survived his confrontation.

After The Gold Rush, by Forrest Barriger
By then Big John had the shotgun out again and let fly in the direction of the swinging doors. The blast tore one door loose from its hinges and sprayed the other, and the doorframe, with a double load of Number Two Buck. Still see the scars today, if you go into the Magnolia.

All Men Are Devils and other stories, by Tunde Akindbade
He still remembered Pauline. The immoral act. The theft of her virtues through fetish means from an herbalist. Oh gracious! He ended up robbing himself after all. So, he had stolen the virtues of his own daughter-in-law. His mouth wide open, it then dawned on him the Devil does not offer free gifts. He collapsed.

All Or Nothing, by Kit Tunstall
He nodded, allowing the tears he’d been holding back to slide down his cheeks since he wasn’t facing her. “Goodbye, Kelly.”

Antone’s Place, by Martin Slusser
His fax machine chattered. A page slid out with Benny’s picture on it. All but for one small hole. With trembling hands, Jahn reached out, took the piece of paper and lay it in the hole.

Armor, by Martin Slusser
Owl faded into the shadows. The new Hunter let a cold smile cross his face. He rubbed his hand over his chest through the slashes and shredded clothing and smeared the blood. He raised his hand and licked the blood from it, his eyes vague and dream-like in his adoration and lust.

As Above, So Below, by Kimberly Carson
Twelfth house: The subconscious – the house of drawn shades; that which is hidden. The house of self-undoing, frustration, limitation and confinement. The house of Initiation and ultimate understanding. Service or suffering: with planets in this house it has to be a choice between one or the other. House of charity, given or received. House of karma: the law of cause and effect from which there is no escape without atonement and attunement to that which is above and beyond the law: The grace of God. Rules hospitals and institutions.

Ask Aunt Cynthia, by Cynthia McCaffrey
Look at it this way. If you have the large wedding you’ll be making the woman you love very happy. And you will be practicing something that all good relationships should have; it’s called give and take.

Ask Professor Taltos, by Cynthia McCaffrey
If trying to communicate isn’t working for you then some professional type of help may be needed. There is absolutely no shame in asking for help and there are many ways, if you wish, to you can keep your identity a secret.

Available For Chat, by Cynthia Piramalli
It was late by the time he returned home from putting Josie safely away. In another hour or so it would be daylight, and he was looking forward to getting some sleep. It had been a big night. But even though he was exhausted, he really wanted to get back online right now. No, he thought, better get some rest. A few hours was all he would need, and then he could find someone else to chat with.

Babylon, by Martin Slusser
Something heavy plopped behind him. Benny stilled. He saw a dark flash in the blackness. A fleeing rat. The sounds drew closer. Benny’s head sagged in defeat. A groping hand touched him, drew back. Benny could sense the triumph in the man.

Back To Basics, by Cynthia McCaffrey
Understanding some of these concepts give you the option of changing some things for yourself. If change is what you want.

Back To Basics For Women, by Cynthia McCaffrey
Basically I would like to see a way to simplify our lives at a time when the world is becoming a very complicated place to live in. As I have said many times before I don’t know if any of this will help but what the hell I don’t think it can hurt.

Cybersex 101, by Cynthia McCaffrey
I hope my tour will be thorough. I hope I can be fair and honest in my views and opinions. I hope I can find the proper words to relay to you what I have found in this strange New World. And I sincerely hope you will join me for the journey.

Cybersex 102, by Cynthia McCaffrey
So I wish to hear from those of you who share my opinion on this subject and those of you who don’t; I love variety. Who knows—we may have a debate on the subject some day.

Dark Rider, by Martin Slusser
Early in its time on this earth, man had come and bowed in fear and awe. They brought sons and daughters and fed them on an altar of greed. They murdered so they could use this portal of the dark.

DC Suburbs, by Martin Slusser
Greedy, feeding, the incubus-skean chortled an oily, greasy sound that turned the stomachs of those partaking in the mass. When it is done, the flesh will be parceled out. The bones dried, then burned. Then will come the miracle, the Owl rising from the bones of the dead boy.

Disappear From View, by Frank Lambert
He knew that song! Maybe he would ask someone at work in the morning. Hell, morning was already here. The clock on his nightstand read a glaring 5:45 AM.

Every Part of You, by Cynthia Piramalli
She didn’t know until later why he had picked her. She thought it was just random – that he was in the right place at the right time and for her it was simply bad luck. But there had been a purpose.

Flesh and Blood, by William Todd
So, against protocol, and without telling anyone what he was doing, Matt drove the lonely, dark streets that meandered up to Pinegrove Heights were Dr. Dougen lived. All the while, he wondered if it was the smartest thing to do.

Freedom, by Martin Slusser
Ancient wood snapped sparks. Dried scale mold caught fire and spread it faster until the entire ceiling was in flames. It dropped into a vat of fat, and then wood for the smokehouse and fire roared around the twins, twisting over the small bodies.

Friends Like These, by Sally Gray
She instantly recognized the aroma from her handsome husband’s shirts and sighed inwardly.

Ghost Hunters, by William Todd
Gary remembered the feeling that enveloped him as he looked upon the innocent, almost virgin-looking abode. He suddenly felt as though the swaying curtain in that window upstairs was a sign-a warning sign.

Hell Town, by Martin Slusser
Her last report card, a sheet of plastic with the recycle symbol in glaring red at the top, lay on the floor where it fell last night. B-average, an oddity in a time when Condom 101 was the only real course. And, of course, How to Duck Properly During a Drive-by. No repeats for failing either course. One took you to be sterilized and the other to Hell.

Hemingway’s Dilemma, by Forrest Barriger
“I know a lot. And you don’t write any of that artsy-fartsy stuff I can’t stand.” There was a tight grin, and he added, “Every time I used that phrase, ‘artsy-fartsy,’ to Max, he looked pained. Four letter words, as far as he was concerned, and the publishers didn’t approve of any of them.” Then, “Now, can we get on with this? I may not have a lot of time.”

Hidden Halos, by Kimberly Carson
“Yes, Julia, I will come. Bye.” Grrrr, Jesse said after she hung up, and sat quietly for a while shaking off both of the morning’s tremblers. She said a prayer for the people effected by the earthquake and thought about what Katie might observe. Katie was a remarkable teacher Jesse had met recently. Yes, love even this, she would say. Next, she called work. Some people were there, but a few like Jesse were housebound. The chances were good this was precautionary and the roads would reopen tomorrow. She changed into her day off mode, and without even showering jumped into some sweats and headed out to what she hoped would be the open bakery at the corner. Right now, she needed coffee before delving into thoughts about her folks, her sister and Oregon.

Jess Clay, by Timothy Fogg
Talk about a windy area! It seemed like no matter which way the bedroll pointed the wind would shift around into the face. I took to looking for nests of boulders and fallen trees—anything to cut the wind from at least a couple of sides. It was pretty country though, and there never did come a time I was sorry that I had come. Little did I realize that eventually this very region would be called home. That would be in the future. I still thought I was just passing through.

Just Like Jesus, by Kit Tunstall
Relieved that he’d been so accepting, Missy kissed him, then stopped by Corey’s bassinet to touch his soft cheek. He’d only been with them for three months, but it already felt like he’d been in their lives forever. “You two always come first,” Missy called over her shoulder on her way into the kitchen. Caleb’s laugh followed her, but it held no sharp edge of mockery. Only amusement.

Mercy Killing, by Cynthia Piramalli
It’s one of those small, middle of nowhere places. There’s never a summer because there’s no beach, and there’s never a winter because it doesn’t snow. The younger guys all seem to concentrate on being loners because it’s cool. And the girls hang in packs where they all dress the same and giggle like idiots. Most of the people know each other, the old people do anyway because they grew up together during the war or something. It’s very ‘small town’ like that. But there are some of us freaks lurking around in the corners who rebel against all that sort of thing and like think our lives are more exciting, when really are lives are garbage. My life was nothing, I can tell you that.

No Man’s Land, by Timothy Fogg
Naturally Hastings turned around in a flash. When he saw what had happened a look of actual hatred came into his eyes. For a second I thought he was going to take a shot at me! Then he said, “So what do you think that proves?”

Olusi, by Tunde Akindbade
At each cut, the king slightly groans with pain. Shortly after, he bows his head while Fabiyi carefully cuts seven times and later rubs in powder, chanting

Out From The Valley of The Shadows, by Martin Slusser
Leaning towards plumpness, she had all the subtlety and tenaciousness of a rotwieller in heat. She lay his unborn son on an altar of blood-blackened stone and whispered, “I want Carl dead.”

Plymouth’s Rock, by Kathy Neise
“I say, Randolph, you would never last a day in society with table manners such as yours. Have I done that badly in teaching you?” She smiled as the dog ignored her remarks and attended to the more pressing matter of scarfing down his food. Her life was simple, but controlled, and she had no desire for anything to change it. Althia couldn’t know that her life was destined that very night to never be the same. She soon finished her soup and the warmth from it and the fire soon sent her off to bed and soundly to sleep.

Reluctance, by Martin Slusser
“Harvesters.” The elevator whispered it again, then, in a normal tone, said, “Te avis. Por favor, watch your step entering –” The stairwell doors shut and, for the four men, the voice stilled.

Roadside, by Cynthia Piramalli
Once she had driven away, the hardened expression on his face dropped and a wide smile stretched to either side. He flicked the money through his fingers, smelt the unpleasant odour of the new issue bills, then tucked them into his back pocket.

Rowland’s Park, by Sally Gray
Secretly both the women were under the impression that he would never change. But they were safe now…they were also destined to become great friends. That was another thing that David Jury had caused.

Shadows of Fear, by Martin Slusser
New Moon
Warte, Warte nur ein wielchan,
Bald kommt thy Mohawk:Buu auch zu dir,
Mit den kliene hackelbielchan,
Macht er Pokelfliesch Aus dir
Im den Tufelgeist-Tal
soon comes Owl for you, dear

Silent Heart, by Kit Tunstall
She grinned, then leaned closer to write her address on his hand. Blaine caught a whiff of her shampoo, inhaling sharply. He felt an overwhelming attraction to Lilly, and only hoped she might feel the same since she’d agreed to have dinner with him. “You want to join the party?”

Sins of The Son, by Cynthia Piramalli
The gun blasted, Kirk fell to the floor. The pain in his back spread quickly to the rest of his body, and made his ears ring and his vision blur. He could just make out the figure above him, ramming the contents of the register into all of his pockets. The figure turned and walked over Kirk, then came back, stood over him and kicked him in the side. Kirk moaned. His last. One more shotgun blast made sure of that.

Sophia, by Cynthia Piramalli
“What is it?” Palmero sighed and leaned back. Sophia’s smile remained, but her face and her voice somehow became hard as she leaned forward and looked him dead in the eyes.

Stride, by Kathy Neise
She smiled at me and then began to walk away. I watched her for a moment. The seriousness of her gait had been replaced with a lighter pace and I took that to be a good sign. I quickly finished up my laps and then went home to call Kevin to get all the tips I would need for Saturday.

Tales of Gold, by Forrest Barriger
The amount hidden was claimed to consist of over fifteen thousand dollars in face value at the time. Today, collectors would willingly pay many times that amount for one or two of the gold octagons alone. Those slugs are controversial, county officials at one time claiming there was never any money short. Others, some even to this day, insist Moffat never minted any private coinage at the Mount Ophir Mint. But no one really knows.

Tales of The Arizona Rangers, by Timothy Fogg
They were almost to the top of the last hill before Applebee’s holdings when a sound filled the air and stopped them dead in their tracks.

The Alien Sherriff, by James Patrick Cobb
The craft was gone when I returned with my men. I stood in the middle of the crater, describing what Caleb and I had seen. I was grateful my men believed everything. They’d seen the proof, the strange creature we’d rescued as well as the material I’d taken out of the skyship. Who couldn’t help but believe?

The Apocalypse Door, by William Todd
The beginning of the night had held so much promise. The promise of renewal, and the promise of purpose, divine direction that had slipped away from him. He thought that his transformation back to the priest he’d once been had begun with the discovery of at least one of the keys. He knew that this was only the beginning. But the beginning of what?

The Blank Bullet, by Tunde Akindbade
FX: THE OPENING SONG, “Eni E f”esu labule” SIGNIFIES THE END OF THE FIRST SCENE AND TRANSITION TO THE SECOND SCENE.

The Change, by Scott Walker
He began to kiss her neck and she moaned loudly as the kissed grew deeper. Suddenly, she took Pierre by the back of the head and locked her eyes on his. She spoke in a whisper, but Pierre was able to read her lips. Watch out for the board! Pierre started to ask what she meant, almost speaking out loud, again, but tried to repeat the statement in his mind, hoping the repetition would clear his thoughts. It didn’t help, but it wasn’t necessary. As Pierre repeated the sentence, a sudden pain snapped him out of his fantasy and into unconsciousness.

The Cost of Honor, by Samuel E. Douglass
Col Adams said, “You know, I’m a little scared to call them in too early, but I’m a helluva lot more scared to call them in too late. At the very least, they can probably help us figure out what needs to be done. I’ll call their commander and set up a meeting. In the meantime, let’s keep this just between you and me.”

The Curse of Wicked Willie, by Cynthia Piramalli
The bars slid across and both Matrons stepped into the tiny cell. With one Matron on either side of her, holding onto one arm each, Wicked Willie began her march down the corridor. With two Wardens behind her and the chaplain walking ahead quoting scriptures, Wilhemina began her descent into death.

The Dance of Shame, by Tunde Akindbade
Look at him like a soaked-fowl. They think I am alone, but the gods are with me. My instinct never failed me, and I know their intentions. I should now go and see Oloko, the medicine man.

The Dark Secret, by Tracey Sands
The girl fainted and he held her tightly in his arms, all the while groaning and sucking her sweetness. When he knew that he had sucked the last drop from her, he threw her down on the ground. Carefully he arranged her black dress so that nothing was exposed. He stood up and stretched. He felt wonderful. Humming softly he turned and walked down the dark alley.

The Famished King and The Mystery Head, by Tunde Akindbade
Anyway, I have tried my best for you. That is how these men are. You are trying to save the chicken, she accuses you of preventing her from scavenging on the dump.

The Ghost Catcher, by Tunde Akindbade
Yes. It is. In the absence of other deliberations, you can depart. Meanwhile, I want you to start informing the people on a house-to-house basis before the town crier strikes his gong. Your co-operation – that’s all I demand. When all hands are put together, the load is lifted. As I’ve secured your unanimity, happiness shall belong to us all.

The House in The Sky, by Melandra A. Bethell
When we grew a bit older our parents decided they should like to give us the opportunity to learn a musical instrument, and one-day in Macclesfield, to our great excitement, they bought Metia and me each a classical guitar. They found a peripatetic guitar teacher advertising in the Leek Post and Times, and arranged our first lesson for the following Wednesday. We had no idea of this at the time, but this was the beginning of a sequence of events that would alter the course of our whole life.

The Hunted, by Martin Slusser
A black, shining feather slipped passed the woman. She stifled a scream. The baby’s massive Warrior Guardian snickered and asked Raven-Guardian-of-Souls to find another one.

The Hunting Beast, by Martin Slusser
Despite the pain he was in, Benny drifted off to sleep. He scowled and smelled death. A dog? Carl was attacking a dog. In the dreams, Benny’s eyes widened in a flash of panic. Shon:gili.

The Husband From Heaven, by Tunde Akindbade
That night, Fernando Po could not sleep well. He was particularly disturbed by the sound of the chicken frightened by something. Fernando Po woke up and looked in the direction of the chicken and found out that it was the snake that often came to disturb them that was at it again. Although he too was a rugged person, he was terrified. Fernando Po screamed and the snake ran away. The snake was scared because it only wanted to sneak in and devour some eggs. The whole place was scattered and the noise was so loud that everyone in the neighborhood woke up wondering whom the stranger that had just come to town was screaming at. The snake escaped and the people later realized that it was the strange snake again rampaging the village.

The Making of The Tin Man, by Kimberly Carson
The thing is, that’s what makes the road to Oz so appealing—the wonder. And wonderland is a magical place if you drink the right potion.

The Mirror Never Lies, by Caroline Sztaba
Lying on the floor next to a sliver of mirror was a pair of lips, held together by skin and muscle. It still had teeth and a tongue although there was no other part of the face near it and the lips moved fervently, pleading for help. Two eyes balls lay nearby moving of their own accord, the optic nerves trailing along the floor.

The Pregnancy Emails, by Cynthia Piramalli
So that’s it for now. If you haven’t heard from me by 14 weeks, it means my morning sickness hasn’t subsided and I’m in prison for beating up Super Susan.

The Soul Mates, by Scott Walker
During the Christmas break of their sophomore year, Samantha remembered feeling more excitement than usual at the prospect of seeing Tom. That year had been a busy one for both Tom and Samantha, and as a result, their weekly ritual of speaking on the phone had been reduced to a once a month occurrence. By the time Christmas break arrived, Samantha was finding it very difficult to control her feelings of jubilation for the time when she would see her friend. She finally understood, now that she had a chance to miss him, how much Tom meant to her.

The Top of The Mountain, by Scott Walker
John saw something in the doctor’s eyes that told him that the tests would only solidify the bad news.

The Whitaker House Curse, by William Todd
I shuddered as we walked up the stairway back to the library above. “If what you say is indeed true, and this house is cursed, as it truly seems, I pray that he heeds your warning.”

The Wizards Who Flew Into America, by Tunde Akindbade
The bandits left afterwards for another family’s house in the area. They met the owner of the house at dinner with his family. They chased the family away from their meals and began to eat. John who earlier heard gunshots in the neighborhood knew something was wrong and he prayed fervently that the robbers should not come to their apartment. Whirlwind and his rampaging men ordered the family to look at them at gunpoint as they ate. When they had finished, they left the house for another apartment.

Warrior Poets, by Scott Walker
Now, if I had known then, what I know now, I would have said “no” when I was asked to make a sale. The sitch would never have gotten out of hand, and Tough Guy wouldn’t have plotted revenge against weaker ties. But, the situation did turn bad and Tough Guy did plot revenge.

When Love Calls You Home, by Kandy Williams
Time had dulled his memories of her, but his heart stirred at the mere thought of her. Stone dreaded seeing her wrapped around the arm of another man with little ones running all around, and he prayed for strength. At that moment he wanted to go anywhere else in the world except Ash Falls.