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For-Ever Young May the good Lord be with ya down every road you roam And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home And may you grow to be proud, dignified, and true And do unto others as you would have done to you Be courageous and be brave And in my heart you'll always stay Forever young, forever young Forever young, forever young May good fortune be with you, may your guiding light be strong Build a stairway to heaven with a prince

The Journal of Tom Callahan, July 22nd, 1890 I don’t know how to convey this fantastical journey beyond this journal. Some folks would think I had gone mad and have taken me to one of the hospitals for unnatural thoughts, where they might cut out a piece of my brain for study or something like that. However, it all happened, and I have many eyewitnesses, who had experienced something similar. Of course, the adults would deny what they experienced, especially the men, who prayed

I buried my dreams in a teapot. Admittedly, it was an unusual resting place, hardly one for remnants of a youthful past steeped in joyful todays and hopeful tomorrows. They ought to be nestled in a poetry book, kissed by words of love and effusions of rebellion. They ought to be tucked under pillows, their soft rustle a lullaby during the coldest of nights. Instead, they were entombed in a common ceramic teapot, whose squat stature painted a bygone style, whose hefty weight belied ingrained frag

The killer smiled. News of the latest murder has hit the front page. The cops are still flummoxed. There have been four victims, two male, two female. Four different races are represented: Caucasian, Negro, Hispanic, and the latest, Asian. The only clue mentioned in the article is the fancy hat left behind. The killer is curious. Why aren’t the glove, hairpin, tube of lipstick, or mascara pen mentioned? The killer even wondered aloud, “Why don’t they mention the other clues I leave behind?

Beep. Beep. On the third chirp, his eyes fluttered open. The surroundings were foreign. A firm bed, a sterile odor, and a dull headache filled his senses. Groggy and weary, he tried to make sense of things. Beep. After watching countless hours of television, he recognized the sound. The beeping belonged to a heart monitor. “Hospital,” he thought. “Wonder how I got here.” He shifted in the bed, discovering his left arm was in a cast. A door opened, and before he could lo

1 - A Major Surprise Kaira leaned back in her chair and sighed. Man, it had been a helluva shift. A major pile-up on I-95 just over the border had brought several ambulances with severely injured patients that other hospitals could not accommodate. As the area's only level one trauma center, they serviced a wide territory. In addition to the accident on the interstate, they also received a Life Flight with a twelve-year-old who was attacked by a shark while swimming at Tybee Island. T

"Blue! Get up, breakfast is ready!" Koa Māhoe, Blue's father, called up the stairs from the kitchen doorway. "It's getting cold." Turning to his partner, Frank Rivers, he said, "Doesn't that kid have an alarm clock?" Frank sat at the breakfast table and chuckled. "Don't get so wound up, K. He's got a phone. He knows he has an appointment." Frank scraped up the last of his cereal. "And he's a kid." "He's nearly eighteen," Koa said, sitting down and pouring a cup of coffee from the caraf

I was watching my best friend lose his mind. Maison dropped prone on the floor to peer under the couch, then up to his feet, turned in a full circle, and raced from the room. I’ve been watching him do the same routine for about ten a minutes. It was beginning to almost resemble a choreographed dance. I continued to watch as he strode back in the room, predicting that he would now spin in a circle, which he did, then pull on his hair. The next step would have him dart past me into the k

Nilus was hiding from his bodyguard. He had a few hours before he needed to be at the arena for costuming. In his opinion, it was far too much effort for a guest performance. But, he'd found a parking lot near the arena that turned out to be food truck heaven. Several different street vendors were gathered in a circle around wooden bench tables. As much as the overly freckled singer wanted to try something from each one of the stalls, he opted for the shortest line and ordered himself a box