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The Holidays

February 5, 2015

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I can’t believe it’s already Christmas Eve. Tonight we will drive out to South Boise to spend the evening with Mike’s cousin. His wife left him this year and his one request was to host Christmas Eve dinner for the family. I made a green salad; I know everything else there will be unhealthy. The wedding pictures and happy memories still plaster all the walls in his home. It’s been almost six months. It’s pouring outside. As we approach the Eagle Road exit on I-84 the heavy rain turns into a sloppy, wet snow. It’s going to be a white Christmas.

— Ashley Q

Filed Under: All Stories, Writing Contest - Issue 1

Passing

February 4, 2015

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Her illness was sudden, her passing swift.

Insidious in nature, the cancer grew quickly and quietly, consuming her body and spirit until it was too late to even treat the disease. The best they could do was make her comfortable in the end, try to alleviate some pain.

From the day she found out until the day she passed, less than four months.

The entire town came out to honor her life, for she’d been part of the community for more than forty years. Her daughters gave beautiful eulogies, as did her three oldest grandchildren. Well-loved and duly missed.

Hearts wept.

— Cristine A. Gruber

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Universal Ambition

February 3, 2015

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It was crunch time, and we had to make our move. All was dead weight and had yet to be sorted, even the fundamentals.

We would roll our capital into subatomics, cheap and quickly prototyped quantum widgets. We knew not much of it would last, but that wasn’t our intention. Deceitful? Certainly, and its effects were more than a little destructive. It’s hard to justify so much chaos, but if you ask me, chaos was inevitable. We were sitting on near-limitless potential. It was laissez faire.

Amongst all the uncertainties, one thing alone was clear: things were about to get hot…

— James Guest

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Iron Bars

February 2, 2015

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When I misalign my teeth I hear electric noises. Not like the hum of a motor running, but the popping of an arc welder like my daddy used in the garage when he made things.

One summer he made a cage from discarded pieces of rebar and oilfield sucker rod and angle iron. His T-shirt smelled of August and burned flesh. Some nights when he got shit-faced, he would push me inside the cage and threaten to weld the door shut.

When I am afraid, I imagine I am back in that cage, the door welded shut, and I feel safe.

— Jeff Switt

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The Cable

January 30, 2015

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A tool slips from my hand. I had practiced splicing this cable for months while waiting for the radiation to drop to an acceptable level. There would never be a safe level again in my lifetime.

It’s fixed. I walk back through a field of mummified bodies. They laughed at my fallout shelter. Then the bombs came and they begged to come inside. When I turned them away, the cowards cut my cable.

Inside, I take off my suit. A long shower gets any remaining dust off.

Dressed in fresh clothes, I turn on my computer. I’m back on the Internet.

— Tony Dingwell

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A Secret Revelation

January 29, 2015

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Taunting glances and silent denunciations have put me in a state of melancholy.
Within are hidden lies; I must delve for them. So, I step out and deal with my reflection.

“What’s wrong with people?” I asked. “Mom told me, that I’m charming enough to grab anyone’s attention.”

In that moment of tete-a-tete with myself, I realized that there is something I have to discover about myself. So, I observed again. Suddenly, tears run onto my cheek, as resounding revelations begin to speak. Tilted jaw, imperfect smile, and eyes not aligned; what I saw is undeniable, a distorted visage of someone.

— Son Soldevilla

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