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I sit alone in the corner of her room–untouched, neglected—humming in low tones. Memories of times when the stroke of Anna Mae’s fingers created music inside torment me. All the tantalizing melodies are gone though—all is gone—only this cold corner offers support. I know that the love was false, a ploy to pique his interest,…
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It was three days ago that the anxiety struck me. Early in the morning, mere hours before I received the call, a restlessness overtook me and I could do nothing more than pace. Rachmaninoff’s “Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini” was swelling to its climax when the phone rang. “Kelli? It’s Mike… Mike Mackenzie. I…
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June 05, 1995 Clanton, AL Robert Brennan tossed and turned in his sleep, the already uncomfortable bed growing more unbearable with every nightmare. He saw himself holding a rifle in one hand—its barrel looking at his baby daughter, Sam’s innocent face. Right as the terrified father was about to pull the trigger, deep wailing echoed…
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Ezra McKenna sat, consumed with thoughts of his own mediocrity, in an heirloom chair, fingering the strap that was wrapped around a dusty old satchel. Catching a glimpse of brown fur passing, he smiled. The young shop owner’s heart swelled with pride as he watched Beau the St. Bernard from the dusty window of Burning…
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My foot slams down hard on the pedal, making my head snap back from the force. The cement barrier is now a looming wall between my white-knuckled grip of death. 85 mph… 90 mph… the barrier rushes up to meet me. 95 mph… The 4-cylinder Altima engine screams its defiance. 100 mph…. Darkness consumes me…