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Drifting Southward
April 3rd, 2008 at 8:20 pm » Comments (0)
Old Jacksonboro Road crosses the Savannah Highway within a half hour of Charleston. The name for this intersection is Jericho. It was once the name of a community. Today it ...more »The Gastronomist
March 30th, 2008 at 7:17 pm » Comments (0)
As soon as the Adroushans arrived in the Frogmore, the Judge leased some office space in nearby Beaufort, where he planned to start a new legal practice. Mrs. Adroushan spearheaded ...more »The Engineered Companion
March 30th, 2008 at 3:44 pm » Comments (0)
After fire, the dog was the first companion to man. Unlike fire, though, man did more than tame the dog; he invented the dog. Recent formal experiments have demonstrated that ...more »The Epiphany
March 2nd, 2008 at 2:30 pm » Comments (0)
When Armen was just learning to walk, his father Judge Adroushan had his epiphany. The Judge might not have seemed ripe for change, as he had developed quite a career in ...more »At the Observatory
February 11th, 2008 at 10:19 pm » Comments (0)
The scent of rotting meat accented the aroma of honey suckle. An open jar of hamburger sat slowly browning in the Valley heat. The tilting wingspans of the three vultures cycled ...more »Passtimes
February 11th, 2008 at 9:13 pm » Comments (0)
The scrolling text on the TV screen announced yet another closure for their school. After breakfast, Cindy returned to her room and grabbed her bow and quiver. She waded quickly through ...more »The Ferryman
January 24th, 2008 at 6:05 pm » Comments (0)
His body was scarred red with severe burns. A tangle of short black hairs carpeted his brow. His scarred scalp was bald, except for the occasional stray hair. Between his ...more »Under the Lake
January 23rd, 2008 at 2:36 am » Comments (0)
They stood facing each other through the cold, skim milk of the lake bottom. Armen covered Kurt, the receiver on the right side. Chuck called out the snap count. As soon as ...more »The Blazes of 1990
January 14th, 2008 at 10:26 pm » Comments (0)
Armen sat on his cabin doorstep, chatting with his neighbor about trail crew women, watching thunderheads gather over the canyon. After awhile, it seemed that some smoke was mingling with ...more »The Portal
January 13th, 2008 at 9:37 am » Comments (0)
His prospects didn’t look good, and they felt a little worse. As a rule, getting a job wouldn’t be a picnic without a car, and that rule was fully enforced ...more »