Short Story
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Flash Fiction February Day 16 The Curfew Will, Crystal and Donna walked laughing through the park. On their left, the varied fences belied the endless monotony of the suburban detached homes lining Holocene Place Private. To their right, a dozen yards away, a lively stream burbled over stones at the bottom of a small ravine.…
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The Maker Yusuf ran his eye over the piece of hickory held in the jaws of the vice before him seeking imperfections. The plane in his hands would’ve shamed a razor with its edge. He made a few slow, smooth passes along the wood and looked critically at it again. Master Marat had said many…
Brain Bits To Go 