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AIN’T GOOD

Posted on March 24, 2017 by A. L. Kaplan

“Look at all them owls in that tree,” said Lowell. His jowls wobbled as he wiped sweat from his face with an already soaked and disgusting orange sleeve. Harvey wrinkled his nose. The putrid scent blowing down the hill wasn’t … Continue reading →

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TREASURE’S KEEP

Posted on May 15, 2016 by A. L. Kaplan

Taranto surveyed the old warehouse and shook his head. Random letters, squiggles, and a cartoon mummy decorated its surface. Hard to believe he loaded trucks here as a kid thirty years ago. The entire neighborhood was abandoned and crumbling.  At … Continue reading →

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S’SERPYC

Posted on October 24, 2014 by A. L. Kaplan

Shredded wood bobbles in the water near my oasis of dry land. Cousin Jack’s name blazes across what’s left of his johnboat. My heart sinks. He was supposed to meet me here, rescue me from that demented prison. “You didn’t … Continue reading →

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The Golden Castle

Posted on January 24, 2014 by A. L. Kaplan

“Get in there, English scum,” said the guard as he shoved John into the tiny stone cell of El Castillo de Oro, or as the inmates called it, The Place of Bones. “I don’t care how many prisons you’ve escaped … Continue reading →

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Freedom’s Landing

Posted on August 22, 2013 by A. L. Kaplan

Still propelled from his cliff leap, Ramone smacked face down onto a snowdrift only to look up into a maelstrom of flakes. Nothing but swirling white met his eyes. The sweat on his body froze into an icy sheen that … Continue reading →

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Freedom Jump

Posted on August 15, 2013 by A. L. Kaplan

“Quae me domum ad locum regione viarum.” Ramone spoke the words of the spell as he ran, praying that the improvised components he had collected would work. Powdered rat liver just wasn’t the same as that from a hippogriff. Same … Continue reading →

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Greener Pastures

Posted on March 22, 2013 by A. L. Kaplan

Swallows flitted across the meadow on the far side of the fence. Henrietta leaned her head on the barrier and watched them soar. It was so much greener over there. Of course everything else looks greener when you’re stuck in … Continue reading →

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