Author: Tiffany S.
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Equalizer
Young or old, no preference told, as death rings the bell. . Generations past, none built to last, as the histories will tell. . No matter the stage, or burdened the cage, all have a soul to sell. —
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Last Christmas
December 24, 2015 Her eyes tried to focus through a veil of tears, but the diamond beyond remained a glistening blur. The salted droplets continued to form, poised to roll joyously down her pink tinged cheeks. Tears teetered on the edge of an already smudging mascaraed lash. She lifted her eyes upward. The seasonally lit…
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Letters to Remy
The thought of focusing on and writing about a delight was a daunting endeavor. When the theme was revealed, I joked that I delighted in nothing. Although that sounds dramatic, I do tend to cycle through moods varying from mild amusement to extreme anxiety. Regardless, I put myself to task and decided to expand an…
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The Mechanic
Astrid shoved the wheeled sled out from beneath the engine. “Ound er prolm.” She called up to the man waiting on the catwalk that encircled her shop. Her hoarse voice was muffled beneath a grease stained bandana. Mr. Gregory’s bored face appeared at the edge of the catwalk. His velour top hat wobbled as he…
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Next
Three shots. That’s all you get. And if you miss even one, you’re next. *** I’m wide awake and staring into the empty space above me, waiting for the base sirens to shriek. I don’t think anyone can sleep the night before the final evaluation. Dropping to the cool cement floor, I mechanically make my…
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True Believers
The mic was on and the producer began the countdown, “5…4…” Xoen nodded to indicate he was ready, “2…1…” the producer pointed to him and mouthed “We’re live!” Xoen took a quick breath, leaned into the mic, and began in his well practiced tone. “Hey out there all you True Believers! It’s just after dark…
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Mr. R.
Ari stood with the phone pressed to her ear, though the caller had already hung up. Her hands shook as she suppressed the mounting panic and welling tears. The bell above the pawn shop’s door rang out, announcing a customer. Her troubles would have to wait. Inhaling deeply, she choked on the unpleasant scent of…
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