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The Power Of Music

The Power Of Music By Harriet N. Darling   I reached for Mom’s hand as we entered the empty, echoing house where I used to live with both my parents. Now that Daddy was gone, the large house seemed abandoned and haunted, not like the warm, comfortable place it had been just a week ago. Mom closed the front door and eased her hand out of mine. “JoAnne,” she said, her voice rough, “you go on upstairs and fix your hair. You’re thirteen now; you don’t need to look like a bag lady. I’ll wait for our guests in...

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Light By Autumn Humphrey “Light”, is featured in the Aurora Wolf Anthology Four, “Aurora of the Mists”.   I awoke shivering, surrounded by a bitter cold, with no memory of where I had been before.  I could not see in a normal way, but sensed my surroundings.  There were mounds of snow on the ground and row upon row of evergreen trees.  A man in a flannel shirt and down vest moved toward me, and the next thing I knew, I had tumbled into the snow, puffs of white powder circling around me.  Realization dawned:  my arms were not...

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The Bodyguard

The Bodyguard By Noeleen Kavanagh   It is a warm and sunny day. The new apple trees are to our backs. They have pink and white blossoms. When I was small I wanted to pick the blossoms but that’s not allowed because blossoms turn into apples eventually. Seog is with me. From waking to sleeping, she is there. She sleeps in my room, but she is not my maid. She is my bodyguard. Her real name is Fuinnseog Ni Tire. She is an Ardlander, born and bred, and their names are always long and strange. The Ardlands are far,...

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The Globe  By Sandi Reed-Chan   The scene was idyllic, a world blanketed in white with dozens of children busy sledding down every available hill. Marcus Morgan was mesmerized; the scene was almost identical to that of the snow globe, which his grandfather had given him when he was nine.  Marcus shook his head at the illusion; no living human had ever seen real snow, or rain, or water of any kind on the surface. He knew the white substance on the hills was too grainy and hard for snow. It was salt.  He also knew that those weren’t children gliding along on sleds; they were salt miners riding enormous, long-legged salt crabs that had evolved from the much smaller land crab. Taming the salt crabs had been much easier than dealing with the corrosive effects of salt on machinery. Plus, most people really enjoyed working with the animals. They were large enough to comfortably accommodate up to two adults; and they were intelligent and trainable, much like the long-extinct horse.  If humans don’t survive, I wonder what will replace us? Marcus thought.  # Marcus monitored the flight path of his flyer, only five minutes to Chochmo. In order to relax, he did a few isometric exercises. Upon waking every morning, he did a complete workout; as a result, he could easily pass for ten years younger than his...

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CAPTAIN BOGEY OF CANINE COMMAND THE BALL OF YARN INCIDENT By Rory Steves   “According to reports from our INTEL department, the Feline Federation have been developing an additional new weapons system.” Admiral Fido paused to scratch behind his ear. Lieutenant Bogey wondered at that; there couldn’t possibly be any fleas aboard Station Frisbee. Bogey paid close attention as the admiral continued. “Most officers still shudder at the horrific attack by the Felines against Station Knotted Rope. The station was totally destroyed by the bombardment it received from six Feline Battleships equipped with the new Scratching Post cannons. And we had thought nothing could be worse than the Hairball Cannons the Felines have used for so long. It was a terrible defeat for us.” Bogey knew the horror of that attack still produced nightmares among his crew. They had managed, barely, to pull two damaged cruisers away from the station before it blew. While he waited, he wondered why he, a mere lieutenant, was at the admiral’s briefing. His ship wouldn’t be considered dangerous even by kittens. A quick ear scratch and the admiral continued. “The Felines’ latest weapon is called the Screech. Good news; reports indicate they only have one working prototype.” A few hopeful barks and tail wags followed the remark. “Bad news; the prototype has been installed on the Feline command ship Ball of Yarn.” Frustrated...

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