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The Magic of A.I. By T. Delaplain “The ancient ones will never comprehend this novel intelligence,” whispered Wesley, the first-year witchling. Her hands swiftly danced across the keys, clacking out the code for her love spell. A day would arrive when there would be no need for newt eyes or cauldrons. Soon, all the incantations... Continue Reading →
Literary Justice By T. Delaplain Everyone hated Vic. A lecher, a liar, a thief—he'd burned every bridge in their circle. So when he turned up dead at the reunion, stabbed twelve times, no one was surprised. Except the police. They looked at the shocked faces, the teary alibis. But Janice knew exactly what they’d find:... Continue Reading →
Heart of Gold By T. Delaplain Exhausted and weighed down by the dust and muck of the day, the miners gazed at the flames, taking away no warmth or solace. Twelve men gone, brothers in grit and gold. They’d chased riches together, one shovelful at a time but the silence tonight was louder than any... Continue Reading →
A Swift Exit By T. Delaplain Crayon art hung on the refrigerator door next to the grimy finger prints. Ignoring the squeals of “she hit me”, reaching a crescendo from the play room, Emily washed one of twelve plastic Disney cups that appeared in the sink daily and swept up the Fruit Loops, again. “MOM!”... Continue Reading →
Too Late For Rain By T. Delaplain I erupted into a tornado of flames as I read the missives. The betrayal was made real, no longer just a gut feeling. Our secrets and plans had been laid bare. I thought we were a team. Was destroying me your ultimate goal? There would be no escape... Continue Reading →
Second Amendment By T. Delaplain Hope had dimmed somewhat since the government had evolved, but still the patriot rose from his bundle of cast off blankets, coughed out the night’s polluted air and kissed his wife’s fading photo in the broken frame. She hadn’t survived the move from the nursing home, the aid had efficiently... Continue Reading →
A Lifeline By T. Delaplain The mile long cord snaked through the crack in the pantry door at full extension, securely wrapped around my twelve year old wrist, my only lifeline to the outside. The punishment for skipping class had been a week of solitary confinement without my bestie. Loudly whispering and scheming, I was... Continue Reading →
by T. Delaplain Cutting a section of Mom’s beloved plant, I sprouted you in a Mason jar, hopeful, on our way to college. You wrapped around me in the cab of Dad’s ‘ol’ pickup as I moved to my first job. Gracefully winding around the baby’s bassinet you held space while I nursed. Lush and... Continue Reading →
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Street Party by T. Delaplain Emily weaved past the worst of the octopi, imagining a shark schooling them in manners before leaving a pile of tentacles. The mess would invite more predators, but it would be worth it, if she didn’t have to endure the not so subtle brushes against... Continue Reading →
Photo credit @Jennifer Pendergast Burning the Trash By. T. Delaplain Every chapter Peter burned brought him closer to clarity. He wasn’t a writer, just a hack. He cut through the painful details of his deficiencies leaving only shreds of regret and a pile of literary trash. The premise had been brilliant, the main characters tragically... Continue Reading →
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