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Gail Farrelly

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 Gail Farrelly


I’m baaaaaaaaack. Not much to brag about though.
Here I am lying on the train tracks in a dark, dreary NYC subway tunnel under Grand Central Station. Just hit by a speeding train, my body is bloody and battered. Ouch!

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by Gail Farrelly


Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
That was more than two years ago. They haven’t been seen since.
Okay, okay, strictly speaking, the twins didn’t go to “fetch a pail of water.” It didn’t happen exactly like the nursery rhyme.

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by Gail Farelly



He’s the worst, the absolute worst. I’ve always hated bullies, and he’s no exception. His name is Bob; to me, he’s Bully Bob. He’s in a bad mood tonight. So what’s new? When he’s in a bad mood, that’s bad news for me. I have to pay the price. He manhandles me, as he sees fit and really pushes my buttons. Hard. Much too hard. I’m amazed that all my parts are still in working order. I only wish that his weren’t.

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by Gail Farrelly


Old MacDonald had a farm.
Young MacDonald didn’t.
That was a problem, you see, because Tim MacDonald (aged 31) thought it was about time–well, more than time really–that his grandpa Michael (aged 78) park his old tractor for good and turn over the farm lock, stock, and barrel to his grandson, his only living relative.

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by Gail Farrelly


We’re not talking human snakes. There are sure to be some of them in the parade too, but we’re talking about snakes of the reptile variety, and they will not only be in the parade, but they’ll be honored guests.

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What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

IN THE December 30 ISSUE

FROM THE 2015 Articles,
andMysteryrat's Maze,
andTerrific Tales
SECTIONS

by Gail Farrelly


“Don’t ask!” I scream at the radio when that song is played for about the tenth time today.
It’s about 8 p.m. New Year’s Eve and I’m up to my elbows in dirty water, fixing the industrial sink at Carl’s Car Repair Shop. I give the radio a dirty look.

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by Gail Farrelly


Yesterday was the best Thanksgiving Day ever. But it didn’t start out that way.
In the morning I figured I’d have nothing to be thankful for. Not when my mom announced at breakfast that she was appointing me “MAN in charge” of the kids’ room for Thanksgiving dinner. Uh-oh. I didn’t like the sound of that, not at all. “If I’m a man, why are you sticking me in the kids’ room?” I asked. “I’m twelve years old, almost a teenager. Why should I be stuck with a bunch of little kids?”

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by Gail Farrelly


Sally and Tom Clarkson thought they were born to the manor. The problem was – they weren’t. In fact, they were poor as church mice, always living over their heads, always in debt. Now that they were in their forties and there had been no change for the better in their financial condition, they decided to do something about it.

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by Gail Farrelly


LulaMae Harris was 67 years old and her mother had been dead for more than 20 years, but she still followed her momma’s advice.

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by Gail Farrelly


In her 64 years of life, my aunt, Gertrude Shannon, has never met a hot fudge sundae she liked or a stalk of celery she didn’t. She’s a health nut who always brags about eating right. Her menu is packed full of items that are non-fat and non-fun. She constantly lectures anyone and everyone about having good eating habits and guarding against obesity. It doesn’t matter if people want to hear the lecture or not. She insists on providing it. What a bore.

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Lights Out!: A Halloween Short Story

IN THE October 26 ISSUE

FROM THE 2013 Articles,
andTerrific Tales
SECTIONS

by Gail Farrelly


Once upon a time there was a seven-year-old girl in the Bronx who had been very bad during the day on Halloween. At least, that was what her parents claimed and they punished her after supper by sending her to her room to spend the rest of the evening alone. No trick-or-treating for this mini miscreant.

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by Gail Farrelly


Saturday night and I was feeling quite merry. Not just because there were only five days until Christmas, but also because I had a relaxing evening planned. “Clay,” I told myself, “you are one lucky dude.”

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by Gail Farrelly


When Mars rover Curiosity sent back images of soil with sparkling flecks in it, at first NASA scientists were stumped. But they kept on digging. Finally, they were able to explain those sparkles. The scientists came to the inescapable conclusion that it was gold dust that had been left on Mars by leprechauns.

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by Gail Farrelly


My name is Marty, and I have a small family. That’s the way I like it.
There’s just me and my twenty-something owner.
Yep, I DID say owner. You see, I’m an electronic reader, purchased by my owner (her name is Noreen) and brought home two years ago last week.

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by Gail Farrelly


On the day after Thanksgiving the first bit of scary New Year’s poetry, printed by computer on plain white paper and enclosed in a plain white envelope, arrived at the office of the New York City Police Commissioner. Here’s what it said:

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