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Saint Nick and a Pack of Pall Malls

Saint Nick and a Pack of Pall Malls

A Christmas Tale by J.S. Lender
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Alice: A Thanksgiving Tale

Alice: A Thanksgiving Tale

IT WAS DARK and cold when Alice woke up. It was awfully quiet, too. As a turkey, Alice accepted that the Thanksgiving holiday season could…
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Leonard the Goblin: A Halloween Tale

Leonard the Goblin: A Halloween Tale

LEONARD THE GOBLIN was confused. And he was tired. This was his 145th Halloween. Oh sure, in the early years the scares had come rather…
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The Black Cloak: A Halloween Poem

The Black Cloak: A Halloween Poem

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Rendezvous at Smiley Face Rock

Rendezvous at Smiley Face Rock

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Devil’s Canyon

Devil’s Canyon

THE FIRST ONE felt like a little nip, or perhaps a flick. It was the kind of sensation you get when you scratch an itch on your ribs and…
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Just Roll With It

Just Roll With It

IF I TOLD YOU that I was born without a body, would you believe me? I know that it sounds crazy, but sometimes the most unbelievable…
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The Writer Returns

The Writer Returns

I HAVE BEEN OUT for exactly 3 days. Three days and four hours, to be more precise. They told me that if I could keep my act together and…
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Grave Beneath the Oak Trees

Grave Beneath the Oak Trees

THEY BURIED ME on a quiet corner lot at the far end of the cemetery under a canopy of tall oak trees. I liked it there just fine.
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Permanent Midnight

Permanent Midnight

I COULD TELL by the look on my lawyer’s face that the news he had for me was not going to be good. My prison cell was small and cramped…
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Woman on the Prairie

Woman on the Prairie

Montana Territory, 1880
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Pedal, Pedal, Pedal

Pedal, Pedal, Pedal

MY LEGS HAD always been strong, but I was starting to fear that they were not going to be strong enough this time.
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The Long Darkness

The Long Darkness

THE ROAD HAD BEEN longer than I expected, and darkness had fallen suddenly. I had watched the sun slowly creep down behind the trees to…
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Flight of the Summer Hornet

Flight of the Summer Hornet

I SAW THE OUTLINE of its yellow bulbous head and its long striped body a split second before I swallowed it. I was rolling downhill on my…
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Scuffle at Wet Mule Bank

Scuffle at Wet Mule Bank

Short Story by J.S. Lender
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