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Behind The Ivy
A flurry of sound interrupted Rosalina’s quiet summer night; a balcony door thrown open, a smack against something solid with a startling crack. Heavy steps. The click of high heels. From the thirty-third…
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Final Breath
Chapter 1 In the belly of the USS Westchester County, metal trays clanged and young sailors rewarded every attempt at jest or joke without reservation. Like toddlers on a playground, proximity alone became…
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The Mithras Hoax
My husband and I were recently watching one of those science shows that promise to reveal historical secrets (but never do). Experts, and I use that word with more than a hint of…
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The King Can’t Sleep
Hear ye, hear ye, the king can’t sleep. Awaken the village, there’s a new law to keep. Until King Fussolla lays down his head, no one in Green Hollow shall rest in their…
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Fear No Evil
Jet stood silhouetted by the setting sun on the narrow dirt path. Gone were the carefree days of his youth, hot summer afternoons spent swimming and fishing in this very river. How fast…
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The Stage
Hypocrisy is an art form. If done well, like Cosette in Les Misérables, you will weep with her. However, it is not Cosette you cry with, it is the fine actress that sells…
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Who wrote the synoptic gospels?
Are the synoptic gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke anonymous? Their names do not appear in the text, so yes, in that regard, they are anonymous. But the contexts of “anonymous”…
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Who is Maria?
Maria ran her fingers over faded spines in a box marked nonfiction. She picked one, flipped through a few dusty pages, and put it back. The aroma of salami and peanut brittle drifted…
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Glimpse Of Heaven
Mirrored mountains stretch across the liquid canvas, hues of gold, blue, and green on moving glass. Fingertips brush through the water colored masterpiece, sending lazy ripples over snow-capped peaks. A fish…
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Evil’s Path
From where does evil come? If love is of God—and God is life— Where then is death’s birthplace? Is it formed in the heart of man as he refuses that which is good;…
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Discontent
How deceptive the attractions of the one ever climbing higher and higher, pressing on to a perceived lofty ground; ever searching, never seeing, ascent descending, life nears its ending, too late to…
