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PreTeena October 27-November 2, 2014

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Glass Slipper, Believed Enchanted

Ella danced about the kitchen in bare feet, going through the motions of sweeping, but her mind still on the ball. The coach, the dress, the prince–it had been so magical. It didn’t matter if she’d had to run out at the stroke of midnight, only to return to her dreary existence. She’d broken free once; the next time, she’d do it without supernatural aid. Still, for the moment, it was enough to hum the song the royal orchestra had played and imagine herself in his arms again. An authoritative […]

Forced Conclusion

Roger, dispatch, that’s a 187. Jonah Rathbun sat up suddenly from where he’d been sitting, hunched over a keyboard writing up the obits for the morning edition. It was what the older staffers at the Salem Evening News called the graveyard shift: from 8 p.m. to 4 a.m. Rookie reporters just beginning their careers in so called journalism didn’t call it anything but a pain in the butt. Not that Rathbun was a rookie, however. He’d been in the newsprint business for almost 20 years now but it was only […]

About David

In this, his first novel, David Jerome combines two of his passions: travel and comedy writing into one warm and funny travel adventure. Roastbeef’s Promise is loosely based on the author’s experiences while visiting the 48 contiguous United States during the mid 1990’s. Prior to this effort, Mr. Jerome had written jokes for Jay Leno on "The Tonight Show," and performed his own comedy monologue on the ABC late night talk show, "Into The Night With Rick Dees." From 1994-1996 he wrote and published a comedy newspaper called, "The Irreverent […]

Fear No Evil

When Carla was a kid, movies had taught her that a stab to the kidney would trigger a death so painful the victim couldn’t even scream. She had gotten the kidney of the terrorist named "Al" with the first stab. He stiffened and fell, but didn’t cry out even as she continued stabbing. This was good. She didn’t want his screaming to echo down the cave walls. If only she could grant all of her captors such an agonizing death. But she couldn’t lay money on that. Carla dropped the […]

Debilitating Democracy: Power From the People

Dear Purefoy, What I meant about the symbolism thing is simply this: one of our states has as its motto the words Esse quam videri–“to be rather than to seem.” It is just the opposite. The father of one of our best understood the difference when he groomed his offspring to see that what is important is not what you are, but what people think you are. I concede that this makes life a bit more complicated–I mean the living of two lives so to speak–but the payoff is huge […]

Debilitating Democracy: Power From the People

Dear Purefoy, I was very pleased to receive your call. In this day and political climate I must send my consultations by snail mail, as electronic and digital media simply provide unacceptable possibility for interception, and with the matters I will be advising you, we can ill afford anyone looking over our shoulder. In the meantime I will ask you, after study of these advisements, to store them in safekeeping. There is a reelection for you in the future. Now for the prolegomena. You may fear the venture before you […]

Going to Hell With Fozzy MacBell

The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. Senate Bill 1696, the Women’s Health Protection Act, is an actual law, currently being under discussion. Going to Hell With Fozzy MacBell Foster “Fozzy” MacBell greeted the press outside the prison with a large smile, genuinely happy to have been cleared of 120 charges of murder. “To start with, I would like to thank all those people who stood by me in my time of struggle,” MacBell began. “Including the Reverend Sharpe, out of New York.” […]

Week Six: The Cantor Division

You can read this series from the beginning here. "Settle down," Polly said. "I am serious. Settle down. All of you. I know you’re excited about the Cantor primary, but we have work to do." I had made it to work on time for a change, despite staying up late to follow the election returns from Virginia. The defeat of the House Majority Leader in a Republican primary was a huge surprise, and I am a big fan of surprises. I think this dates back to my tenth birthday, when […]

Chapter 2 of A Girl, A Dog, A Boat by Audie Cockings

A Girl, A Dog, A Boat fiction by Audie Cockings Chapter 2: Mrs. and Major Todd Wynne Mom wanted to stay. She knew exactly what I was feeling. Unspeakable loss. She had much of that in her life. Much more than mine. She lost both her very young parents in a car accident. And of course later she lost her best friend, my dear father, to mesthelioma. Dad was entirely self-made. He turned a little sheet metal fabrication shop into a very profitable business venture, then retired, only to start […]