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Would you like some champagne and caviar?
Animals fill the room, eyes of glass and lack of bodies beyond the fur, otherwise, the four men in their short leather chairs would not be able to sit so calmly without their rifles. The smell of smoke filled the room. Half from the cigars. Half from the fire burning in the grand fireplace, the only light source in the dim room. The room is small but the decor is rich with dark green wall paper and dark wood paneling. “More Scotch?” The man with the grizzly bear behind him asks.“I mustn't, the misses will be wondering where I am if I don’t come home soon,” the man sitting beneath the moun...
A Moment To Frame
Arpad Nagy Labbmwd@hotmail.com Word Count:2380A Moment To Frame By Arpad NagySandy De Luca was a sunshine girl. Cradling a mug of coffee in her small hands, Sandy stood, her eyes closed and a smile on her face basking in the heat of spring's first kiss. Like the tulip bulbs breaking the softened soil, Sandy felt the call to shed the sleep of hibernation and sprout into the new season. It was late April, and winter's chilly fingers had finally receded over the mountains. The morning sun beaming through the window warmed the room and her spirits. Stepping into her closet, Sandy ignored the bul...
The Sword Swallowing Librarian
The Life of a Sword Swallowing LibrarianDuke leaned out the bay www.onedoor.ccwindow and inhaled the smell of the warm ocean air. His heart fluttered and he smiled. Duke knew any sign of spring meant him returning to the streets to perform his sword swallowing act. Duke looked below to the crowded sidewalk. “Good money to be made today,” he thought. He had a special skill that allowed him to earn cash on the street. There were only fourteen sword swallowers in North America, and none of them performed on the urban center sidewalks. With his act and current tattooed motif, he could quickly make money. He cla...
SOLITUDE
I am constantly on guard. Listening for anything out of the ordinary. It is difficult though, because nothing here is my normal habitat. I am a city girl. Born and bred. Yet here I am. In the middle of a forest. Living like some lonely hermit, trying not to accidentally poison myself by eating a toxic magic mushroom or a fatal dew-covered berry. If only my momma could see me now. She’d be rolling over in her grave…if she were in a grave. But I digress. I have no formidable hunting skills other than using a can opener, which the lovely prior inhabitants in the remote cabin I lucked upon did no...