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Many Beans Necessary

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Myra Gunness knew her forty-seven years on this earth counted for something to friends, family and those she helped out but she meant nothing to the men she had acquainted.  She had learned to deal with this until she met Adam Parkey.  He swooned her just like the others and became just as flighty when she wanted to be closer to him.  Yet she had a means to get back at him and given the phone call she had received only an hour earlier, she knew the dish of revenge had just grown sweeter.

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Sight Unseen

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"This isn't good at all." Dean pursed his lips and drummed his fingers on his desk. "What kind of moron hires someone without bringing them in for a personal interview? Especially for a position as high-profile as CEO, for Pete's sake?" He sighed and ran his fingers through his thinning hair.

Across from Dean sat Jason Reed, the newest hot young account executive at Shaw Industries. He jerked his head sideways, first left then right, in quick succession. The movement caused his neck to snap, crackle, and pop like a bowl of milk-covered cereal.

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The Priory

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The Priory of St. Anthony had appeared unannounced and unnoticed at first in the old three story house on Dublin’s North Circular Road.  From the outside, the house looked like any other, but it was what went on inside that attracted the interest of the Gardaí, not to mention the concerned families and friends of those who counted themselves amongst the believers within. 

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People Places and Things

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“Can you sign here, sayin’ you received this?”

The stout woman behind the desk, her name tag identified her as “Patty”, signed a scribble on the line. Lucas couldn’t tell if she was even looking or not. He thought he was disinterested in his own work. This lady’s face couldn’t be more lifeless.

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The Escape

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Alexander Wiseman, having lied to his wife Beth, parked his blue Honda Accord discreetly in the shadows of the poorly lit parking lot. He left the motor running, hating himself, hating his life, and hating Saul the most. Shutting the engine down so violently he nearly snapped the key, he stared at the porn shop, stealing his courage for one last meeting.

The porn shop had been Saul's idea, along with everything else up to and including Carlee. That last bit had taken Alexander a few weeks to figure out, a few weeks too late, a few weeks that endangered his marriage, turning him into a traitor.

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The Plight of Thaddius Bia

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Thaddius Bia rose drearily, typical of the day that was in it. Silly to feel such dread about a procedure that he had undergone so many times.  Purely psychological.

His protein shake didn’t go down as easily as other mornings and his daily workout- specifically targeting the Dadini and Affetare muscles- seemed that bit more gruelling than usual.

He was alone in the appartment, as he was most mornings. His wife, Andrea, took their children Portia, 6, and Lucius, 10, with her to the penthouse suites to help the privileged prepare for their day. The children eagerly performed whatever tasks were assigned to them in return for snacks.

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Directed into Silence

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As the tires of Austin's 1995 Cadillac sped down the road into the thick fog, he knew he'd taken a wrong turn. Austin Reyes' destination was Helmsley, a small rural town just miles from Arizona. But now, he had a feeling that he was no where near where he wanted to be. It was really his mistake for having picked up a hitchhiker and been so gullible for believing his directions.

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Uncle Marvin's Funeral

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Bayview, Alabama - also known as “the camps” - was a peaceful little mining community in January of 1949.But the tranquility of the camps was sometimes shattered by the death of a miner. Once in a while this was caused by an explosion inside the mine.  More often the reason was “a rock fell on him and cut his head slap off.”  In the early part of 1948, one of these tragedies hit close to home. My daddy had a sister named Doney Shook, who lived in Bayview. Her husband, Marvin, worked at Edgewater Mine.

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Sweet Tooth

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The door crashed open splitting the door jam with its force. Two heavily armed creatures entered and took up position either side of the opening. Jim leapt up spilling his ersatz coffee. The third alien marched straight across the room and pinned Jim to the wall with its sucker stuck firmly to his forehead. One of its several arms looped around his shoulders and a claw bit into his cheek.

“Good afternoon”.

The voice, as always, had a metallic echoing quality which made it difficult for mere humans to distinguish the tone. One had to assume menace!

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No Wiggle Room

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Lainie sat staring at the unopened envelope. She let out a long sigh, sliced the package open, and slid the contents out onto the kitchen counter.

Three hours later, envelope in hand, she entered the restaurant looking hotter than a jalapeno. Dark curls swept up off her neck, her dress of champagne-colored lace blended with her creamy skin. She turned every head in the place … except two.

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