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More stories at my Patreon, Thank you.   Edward came home from the exhibition with applause still echoing in his ears. The claps, whistles, and murmurs of admiration had filled him with a strange electricity, the kind that made his skin prickle and his chest rise with a mix of pride and disbelief. He had done it—his prize-winning stamp collection, years of careful curation, long nights spent with magnifying glasses and tweezers, and endless patience in searching through dusty markets and obscure auctions—had been recognized. For once, Edward felt seen. But the triumph evaporated almost instantly. When he set his bag down, loosened his tie, and glanced toward the bookshelf that anchored his little living room, his stomach dropped. The shelf looked wrong. A hollow gap broke the neat line of spines and boxes. His stamp book—his book—was gone. At first, he blinked as if his eyes were playing tricks. Maybe he had left it on the coffee table? He checked. Nothing. On the desk? Empty. He t...

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  Please continue on my Patreon Account Frank sat motionless in the defendant’s chair, the weight of the courtroom pressing down on him like a coffin lid. His attorneys whispered in low tones with the prosecutor, their voices blending into the hum of a funeral dirge. He turned slightly to the right, his eyes falling on the faces of the witnesses—an old woman clutching her purse, a weary mother with her three children huddled close. To the left, he couldn’t help but see them—the people whose lives he had torn apart. Their silence said more than any verdict could. The charges stacked against him like stones: attempted murder, attempted vehicular manslaughter, a litany of felonies that spelled the end of everything he had built. Years of study, degrees earned, a career once promising—none of it mattered now. In the eyes of the state, he was already gone. The cell doors were waiting, the walls closing in, and the cruel laughter of prison life lurked just beyond the horizon. Fear gnawed...

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  More Award  (kinda)   wining stories at our Patreon. Frank went fishing again. (2022) — By Jason Gunthers Frank sighed contentedly as he cast his line into the shimmering lake, the warmth of spring wrapping around him like an old friend. Ducks paddled lazily, young deer peeked from the woods, and flowers stretched toward the sky, waking from winter’s slumber. It was the perfect day—except for one thing. His backside was starting to ache. Shifting uncomfortably, he finally stood up and turned to see what he’d been sitting on. Brushing away nearly two inches of dirt, his eyes widened. There, half-buried in the soil, was a rusted, menacing shape—a World War II bomb. In the middle of Chicago. By a lake. Frank blinked. Then blinked again. “Well, that ain't a rock.” His brain raced between fight and flight, but mostly just stood there, staring. Was it live? A dud? A historic artifact? One thing was certain—he was definitely not reeling in fish today. Grabbing his tackle ...