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The Recurring Dreams of Victor Dumoure
On an August morning as the sun cast its rays through the window, Victor Dumoure awakened from a dream. The handsome and successful singer got up, stretched, and crossed to his favorite chair, a Vintage from the Renaissance period. He sat down and crossed his silk clad legs. I haven’t had a dream like that since I was a young hard rocker, he thought. I was so terrified after that unforgettable performance, that I hired a private investigator to find out if someone had tried to kill me. How cunning my agent and Lenore were, slipping that drug in my drinks. It’s a good thing that since then, I’...
Dungeon Town
The midmorning sun filters through damp leaves and rotting branches, casting a harsh mockery across Johan’s face. It was supposed to rain again today, and so of course the sun is up to its usual mischief, filling Johan’s squinting eyes with beams of disobedient light between every treetop, like the pinions of some great bird drifting lazily across the sky. He sighs. If it were any cloudier, he could have argued with himself to stay home, but the sky is mercilessly clear today. No excuses. He hears it in his father’s voice. “Alright, Dad.” He says to himself as he trudges onward. Johan’s parent...
Rat Poison
That rat has a nose piercing. The next one has pink hair. The one crawling out of the sewer has a back tattoo of an oak tree. I hate this alley, crowded yet empty of people. I shouldn’t even be here, but I can turn back at any point. I stuff my hands into my pockets. My shoulders meet my ears, and my shoes don’t leave the ground. I slide down this shortcut, sure to make no casualties during my commute.Last year, the Free party abolished the death penalty. However, the Prudents insisted they needed a policy in its place. Five months of prison revolts and civilian riots later, our dear governme...
The Search for Effective Family Communication
My name is Jack and I can honestly say that my life with my wife Karen in our small town in Michigan has been quite ordinary, at least until recently. My day job is selling agricultural equipment. I am also a part-time, volunteer fireman in town. My fire fighter duties are probably relevant to the story that I am about to tell you but more on this as I continue. We are the parents of twin boys, Brad and Chad. Like many twins and from the very beginning, their twinness set them apart from other kids and led to a series of misunderstandings. Here’s my, and their, story.Even lying in their crib b...