The re-opening of the college was great, especially for the final year students. They were ringing and riding about the college campus in a happy mood. It was really hurting that they had only one year left in college to enjoy at most. It has been wonderful all the four year of their bachelor degree, especially with Mike and Emily as their classmates. Time has just flown in a super fast way leaving them now only with memories of the past and one more year to add up to the memory.

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by: Bobbie J. Laughman

“It’s like looking in a time-travel mirror. She looks exactly like me. Well, except for the part about her being a girl. If I’d been born a girl, I would have looked just like that.”

Kimberly was listening to her temporary table companion sputtering in astonishment, but still kept her smiling eyes on her freckle-faced daughter, who was taking charge of the restaurant’s play area, directing the other children in a game, whether they wanted to play along or not.

Unable to take his own eyes off the child, Stephan had to go with the obvious question, knowing the impossibility of what he was asking.
“Is she mine?”

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“..could give us some insight as to how far the effects of the blast have spread and how far they could still reach. With us now is Professor James Cathke from the University of Washington Department of Global Health. Good afternoon Professor and thank you for joining us today.”

“TV off” I grumble, half asleep.

“Thank you for having me, and I would just like to say my heart and the prayers of my family go out to..”

“TV off!”

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Story by – Sabrina de Mayo

Saturday night and the old cliché comes to mind, my how times have changed. I remember being excited to go out to dinner and afterward for drinks and a whole lot of dancing. Black skirt, black nylons, pumps, red or white top, and silver earrings and I was good to go.

Now an exciting Saturday night for me consists of relaxing freelance writing in my extra soft Victoria Secret lounging pajamas. Twenty years ago had I known I could get paid to freelance write, I think I’d have been home writing instead of out drinking and dancing. Then again, I probably would not be married with children, as I’d be trapped in my room working away and not meeting people.

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