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TO DIE AND NOT TO DIE

Posted on April 10, 2015 by A. L. Kaplan

“Ever since the day I walked into that specialty shop, a dark fury has twisted in my gut, weaving threads of poison through my body. I’ve been gnawed to a papery shell. Stomach, lungs, liver, kidneys, heart; all have fallen … Continue reading →

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FLOWERS

Posted on September 21, 2014 by A. L. Kaplan

Tears stained her face as she slipped from the car. A loud snore made her jump and cringe. Last night’s beating marred her face. He never let her stop here, the one place that made her happy. If he woke….She … Continue reading →

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The Ghosts of Northgate

Posted on August 16, 2014 by A. L. Kaplan

Sweat dripped down my back despite the freezing temperature outside. I glanced at the frost covered window. Only inside felt like Hell’s furnace. And maybe it was. I stared in terrified fascination as flames danced across the cafeteria of the … Continue reading →

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MIDNIGHT WOLF

Posted on March 16, 2014 by A. L. Kaplan

“Leave him be, Billy.” “Dumb wolf cur always stares at us.” “It’s just his way.” Billy hurls another rock, but I knock it down with my book. Not a sound comes from the fenced in junkyard, but I know from … Continue reading →

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Rainy Day

Posted on January 10, 2014 by A. L. Kaplan

Wet and dreary, that was Benny’s existence even before the car struck his umbrella stand last December. One flash of pain, then he was back standing in oblivion, invisible. People rushed by. Cold rain on his back made him shiver, … Continue reading →

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Fate 101

Posted on May 13, 2012 by A. L. Kaplan

He looked at the image on the photo, a young woman walking down a quiet city street carrying a heavy backpack. An address and time was scribbled in black sharpie across the bottom. The road was one he had traveled … Continue reading →

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Last Call

Posted on April 13, 2012 by A. L. Kaplan

Mike stared at the image of Jackie, his friend’s granddaughter, standing down the hall of the burning building. Only the glass on his mask kept him from rubbing his eyes. The figure, unaffected by the thick smoke, waved him deeper … Continue reading →

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