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November 13th

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At 12:00 am on Friday, November 13th 2009, a body was found lying in the parking lot of Ohio State Mental Center. There was shattered glass all around the body; the victim had jumped off the window.

“This is not the first time this has happened. One more mistake like that and we’ll all be sued,” said the head of the department to his staff. “The patient does it every year, replaying the whole events of that day then trying to jump. Study the patterns,” he yelled.

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Pockets Full Of Wishes

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“Don’t put your hands in the pockets!”

Jimmy looked at his sister. It was just a winter coat, a used one. It was all his parents could afford. But it was his. He picked it out. Now he stood proudly before the store mirror admiring the blue denim coat with the thick, soft fleece lining that reminded him of grandma’s comforter. But it was the many zippered pockets with their long fancy fobs that caught his eye among the other used clothing on the racks.

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Ponytail (Happy Birthday Kristin!)

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Her ponytail bounced and shimmered in the late afternoon summer sun, a soft, honey brown flag of independence. He paused to watch. Honing in on her target with crafted accuracy, she sprinted away from him. She ran with grace and ease; purpose and determination. An involuntary smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, as if a bird returning to its nest, a softball descended from the powder blue sky and landed securely within the cracked leather folds of her well worn glove.

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The Teletubies

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The sound of people gossiping and laughing surrounded him, as well as the smell of extremely bad body odour and cheap deodorant. Just like any other ordinary school day for Denny; or so it would have been if it wasn’t for the suspicious deaths of his girlfriend, Vanessa’s followers or ‘so-called’ friends. It is the year 2030, and things began to change after his school drama production based around the suicide of Laurel a 15 year old bully victim, who once attended his school 17 years ago.

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One Bad Peach

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When a rain comes down like this, there is plenty of time to consider your situation.  The soft pattering on the roof.  The gentle thumping on the windows.  The sun’s glow fading to a gray tone.  It all comes together like a blanket to cover up your happiness and induce drowsiness.  You know.  To hide from your problems like all the times before.  The chicken broiling in the oven.  Will you burn it again?  The payroll accounts at work.  Did you screw them up again?  And last but not least, the body on your sofa.  Will it control you?

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The Runaways

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“Run away with me,” he said.

I blinked.

“Let’s run away and get married,”

Married. It wasn’t a shock to hear, but it still sounded foreign and forbidden.

“But we can’t. We can’t just go and…” I half believed it. Where would we go? What would we do? What would they say?

“Of course we can. Who’s going to stop us?” He had a determined smile, like a child.

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Misfortune

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Inside her front door, Catherine reached into her pocket and removed a miniature jade Buddha. Wealthy enough to buy a boxcar of trinkets, she couldn’t fathom why she’d stolen it from Chan’s China Shop. She’d never done anything crazy in her life, and she was amazed one of the Chan’s hadn’t caught her. Leaning against the door, she turned the figurine over then was startled by the doorbell.

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The Pretenders

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Doug thought he bore no responsibility for getting Carl run over and killed.

Doug pulled with one hand the handle of the cart jammed with clothes from the

Laundromat in the flimsy wired shopping cart he had ineptly assembled long ago.

The huge load forced loose five thin wires from the thick metal frame, slipping from

holes on the side nearest his legs.

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Tiffany Blue

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There were three maybe four of them. When I saw them sneaking in, I grabbed my rifle from atop the mantle and hurried from my house to a position behind a boulder at the front of the mine. It wouldn’t take them long, maybe a minute or so for them to sort through my tailings or chip off a fragment of the turquoise that still clung to the walls. Then they would come out and slink off to their pueblo with prize in hand.

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Stingy Jack

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“Grandpa, tell me a scary story.”

It was bedtime, and Timmy sat huddled under the covers as his grandfather tucked him in.  It might not be the best time for a scary story, Grandpa thought.  There were nightmares to be had in a darkened bedroom such as this.  But the boy so loved his stories.

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