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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 →
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 prompt by Jeff Arnold To Sleep Among the Poppies By T. Delaplain Dot kicked her heels under the tumbled mattress, a splash of red among the silky detritus of her trade. His used trash tainted the pile of garments that had to be rinsed and worn again in a few hours. Counting the emerald... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: Ted Strutz When The Mask Slips By T. Delaplain The acrid whiff of Polaroids couldn’t mask the remembered scents of cotton candy and caramel apples. The first time had been on Halloween. Had it been the innocence of her pink tights or the silky feel of her crinoline skirt? Terrifying betrayal; a father... Continue Reading →
Tracey Delaplain, MD 
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