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Written By: Nicholas Starr Kellogg My name is Rubert, Rubert Bernie, and I’ve never been afraid of the woods.

Written By: J.W. Wood I stared at the guy. Was he trying to control me? And how come he knew so much about my work? I’m here to rent a house – not tell him my life story.

Written By: Rebecca Kemp My fingers caressed the new bottle, the words shone brightly in my fluorescent bathroom lights, promises that I knew would be granted.

Written By: Chester Rogalski  There are two types of women in the world, those who wear makeup and those who lie about it.

Written By: Nick Young It could be said with little disputation that there was no more desirable bachelor in all of France than Jean-Louis Armand de Compiègne, son of the Comte Lucien Armand, widely respected as a man of property and heralded as a favorite of Bonaparte.

Written By: Gina N. Anderson The bell rang on the door of Eva’s Psychic Healing shop. Half of her expected to see Charlie; the other half wished he’d never return.