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Terrific Tales

by Nupur Tustin


The sun’s rays filtered dimly through the dingy schoolroom window. Kantor Bach sighed. There was nothing good about this Friday. He could barely see the notes on his scores, but to light a candle at seven a.m., no matter how grey and overcast the morning, would only invite the disapprobation of the town council.

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by Angie Sherwood


Of all the mornings to oversleep, why did it have to be this morning? Lorraine asked her reflection in the mirror as she smeared a generous dollop of moisturizing cream over her crepey skin. The sunrise Easter service started in less than half an hour.

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by Gary Hoffman


“A hundred-thousand bucks is a lot of dough, boss,” Dave, the sales manager from Hollyhock Ford, said.
“Yeah, but we’ll never have to pay it. And look at the free advertising. I mean who’s going to bring in a real leprechaun?

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by Gail Farrelly


The sign on the door of a pub in County Cavan reads “A Thousand Welcomes,” but a bull who stopped there for a pint after a long day of grazing claims it’s false advertising.

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by Barry Wiley


“My name will be Karolina Falconer,” the fashionably dressed young woman answered, shimmering green flowing skirts with darker green accents, her large brimmed black hat worn with the swagger of a cavalier, the egret plumes fluttering at each move of her head.

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by Gary Hoffman


“What architect from hell drew up these blueprints?” asked Richard Shelby.
“No architect. Mumford.” Tony Jackson said.
“And just what is a Mumford?”

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by Nupur Tustin


“Herr Bruck is unfortunately no more.” The Bürgermeister stood in the middle of Maria Anna’s kitchen, a nervous energy propelling his girth back and forth on his heels while his hat twirled slowly from his forefinger.

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by Diana Hockley


Danni understood that opening her big blue eyes wide, smiling, and tossing her glorious auburn hair would ensure she was denied nothing. She became a miniature household despot whose mother was too tired and overworked to follow through with threats. Her father had left before she was born.

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by Guy Belleranti


Detective Abby Adams studied beautiful Gina Grove. Was she acting or telling the truth?
“Tom Harrison’s review in last evening’s paper rips you pretty badly,” Abby said.

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by Carole Sojka


I wouldn’t say I actually liked yoga, but I did it faithfully twice a week because it was supposed to be good for me. I did like the meditation at the end when we lie flat on our mats in corpse pose with the ceiling lights off while the teacher played a tape of New Age music and spoke softly about Mother Earth and Father Sky.

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Consumption: A Short Story

IN THE January 2 ISSUE

FROM THE 2018 Articles,
andTerrific Tales
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by Maggie-beth Rees


“To be consumed by our overlords is our heart’s desire,” said the teacher. “It is not an easy path, nor is it painless. Especially not painless.
“Some are never chosen at all. In their shame, they will lie forgotten in the dirt, slowly dying as the sun beats down upon them.

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by Margaret S. Hamilton


On New Year’s Eve, Lizzie Christopher and Nick Cameron walked up the front walkway of the historic Cooper farmhouse. White lights outlined the tree branches, and a wreath decorated with silver ornaments and blue organza ribbons hung on the front door. “Blue for the new year,” Lizzie said. “My shop staff outdid themselves helping Christina select furniture and draperies for her old family home. I can’t wait to show you how well it turned out.”

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Red Handed: A Christmas Short Story

IN THE December 20 ISSUE

FROM THE 2017 Articles,
andMysteryrat's Maze,
andTerrific Tales
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by Nancy Cole Silverman


It was Christmas, 1884. That winter the snows had started early, and the gloom that came with it made the empty cabins, least those that hadn’t been burned out in the fire around Hayden Hill, seem so much darker than they might. Used to be things around this small mining town was exciting, with miners coming by our store for fixins’ and a little grub.

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by Gail Farrelly


In her 28 years of life, Nancy MacLeod had never met a rule she didn’t obey. Not that she agreed with every one of them. Far from it. But a civilized society had to have rules, she reasoned, and everyone in that society should obey them. No exceptions.

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by Sylvia Maultash Warsh


Anita loved the two expanses of blue water, the Atlantic on her left, the Gulf of Mexico on her right, as the car headed south down U.S. Route 1 along the archipelago of the Florida Keys. Carol, who was driving, chattered about all the muscle-bound tattooed bikers they’d seen riding their motorcycles along the road.

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by Barry Wiley


Nine Black Dragons was a Chinese restaurant that resembled an old Charlie Chan movie, even to being smudged black and white. According to the gaudy paper placemat describing the Chinese zodiac, this was the Year of the Dog. The white plastic chopsticks, antiseptically wrapped tightly in thin paper marked “Made in Hong Kong” in smeared purple ink, were placed near and exactly parallel to its right edge.

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