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Eruption - By Mizeta Moon

The scientists didn’t believe that she was clairvoyant and could predict a volcanic eruption to the day, hour, and exact second. They knew there’d been activity on their monitors but felt they were within normal parameters and posed no threat…

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Through The Worm Hole - By Mizeta Moon

“What a day that was,” ZynarQ49 stated, as she sipped Alturian wine from a crystal flute forged on the planet Fenn 13. “Remember how much fun it was to ride horses to the top of the mountain, then ski down?”

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The Last Drag Show - By Mizeta Moon

There was a lot of trash in the old warehouse but everyone pitched in, and within hours all of it was disposed of and the stage was built. Rainbow bunting appeared, and tables and chairs soon surrounded a temporary dance…

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Nostalgia - By Mizeta Moon

She was working on her essay about the days when every payment came by mail when her computer died. A time when the mail carrier was a person you talked to on your porch, and you baked them cookies on…

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Aboard the Cruise Ship - By Mizeta Moon

They danced like teenagers the first night of the cruise and got along better than they had in years. He came close to changing his mind about killing her but knew he’d regret it if he let her live. Thirty…

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Ambushed - By Mizeta Moon

The attack was unexpected. No one could have imagined that a peaceful walk through a pristine forest would turn into a nightmare, but now they were running for their lives. Gerald was bleeding from a head wound caused by bashing…

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Reflection - By Mizeta Moon

The preacher stopped by the quietly bubbling stream to let the horses drink. The wagon seat creaked as he climbed down, then wrapped the reins around the footrest. He pulled a small flask from the pocket of his coat, took…

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Bah Humbug! - By Mizeta Moon

Being a security guard sucked this time of year. Parking close was nearly impossible and even though she packed a gun, there were people to be afraid of lurking in the lot to pick pockets or break into cars. On…

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Aging Gracefully - By Mizeta Moon

An old woman sat on a cement bench, knitting a rainbow colored sweater. Yarn ran from a tattered bag on the grass to her swiftly moving needles. The lily-covered pond she sat near was alive with flashing Koi, surfacing to…

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Free at Last - By Mizeta Moon

The will was contested by several shirt-tail relatives but she prevailed after years of court battles. She understood that estates that large were tempting pies to get a slice of but she was the legitimate heir and was finally free…

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In a Pickle - By Mizeta Moon

Coffee hit the spot after a long night at the tables. The dealer was crooked but she’d been onto him from the beginning and used her own sleight of hand skills to fleece him instead of losing her bankroll. She…

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Bnonanza - By Mizeta Moon

Her mother told her no one had seen Mrs. Jenkins down the street for a week and asked her to check on the woman and her dog. She didn’t like Mrs. Jenkins but chose to keep her mom happy instead…

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