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The
Powerless Stone by John J. McNally
"The day had started perfectly for Robin Creari, he had set
out on his racing bike along the smooth highway just south of
Hollister, California. It was early Sunday morning, and there
was just enough mist in the air to make it cool. He felt invincible
as he flew through the stop sign at Fairfield Road, and worked
his way toward the little town of Tres Pinos..."
Visions
of Paradise by John J. McNally
"Samuel Traumen was a man in turmoil. Every morning he woke
from the same maddening dream, not a nightmare, but a dream
of bliss and perfection. It was Sam's life that was the nightmare,
somewhere along the yellow brick road he had made a wrong turn,
his once happy life had become dismal...."
Science
Project by John J. McNally
"It was a brisk spring morning over the town of Rolling Hills,
New Hampshire but you wouldn’t know it to walk into Miss Harper’s
seventh grade classroom. The room was downright stuffy, uncomfortably
so. This was odd because usually the school was chilly on Mondays
from not having been heated all weekend. On top of that
there was a smell in the room, an odor that immediately made
Miss Harper regret the doughnut she had eaten ten minutes earlier...."
The
Hearing of Rufus Ridiculous by John J. McNally
"'Your Honor, we are here today to determine the mental
competency of the defendant, Mr. Ridiculous. My client, William
Smith, is his brother, and seeks to get legal control of Mr.
Ridiculous' affairs.' The judge glanced over to the defendant
sitting, without counsel, on the defendant's bench. The man
certainly looked his name. He wore a pastel blue shirt with
an oversized red bow tie, and a bright yellow blazer...."
Oversoul
City by John J. McNally
"In Oversoul city they have personality fragments to do all
the menial work. One such fragment, Fred, was a street
scrubber. Fred worked with his two friends, Holly and
Chester. Holly waxed the stones while Chester buffed them.“Did
you ever visit the great library?” asked Fred...."
Diner
at the End of the World by Kristen Fox
"With some effort, Edith swung the door of the old forest
green Plymouth coupe shut and squinted in the white blaze of
the afternoon Arizona sun. Her rose-patterned cotton blouse
stuck to her back, wrinkles and hundreds of miles of her sweat
molded the fabric into an abstract work of art...."
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