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11
Jan 18, 2021
01/21
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Jeff Ryan (g1teg)
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Inspired by the roller style spool holders, this is a wall mounted version. You'll need (2) 8mm or 5/16 bolts, at least 4" in length. (4) matching flat washers (2) matching nuts (4) 608 bearings I printed at 35% infill, seem plenty strong. And I also only used the top mounting hole (one on each) and seems to be holding fine after a few hours of printing. Have included the STEP file for anyone that wants to mod it.
Topics: 3D Printer Accessories, filament_spool_holder, stl, thingiverse
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8.0
Apr 17, 2021
04/21
by
Jeff Ryan (g1teg)
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Thumbwheel for 1/4-20 bolt. Fit is very tight, pull it through by tightening a nut on other side.
Topics: thingiverse, Hand Tools, stl
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10.0
Jan 18, 2021
01/21
by
Jeff Ryan (g1teg)
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eye 10
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1/4-20 pistol grip for camera or other. Others had adjustments on top, and the bolt was near the top. This is recessed in, for an event where you need a MUCH stronger mount for heavy application. In this case, a steel plate is bolted to this part, and a strong magnet is used to hold devices to it. Needed a lot of strength as commercially available versions were breaking. I printed at 30 and 50% infill, in ABS. Used Deck screws to mount the mating parts.
Topics: Camera, stl, thingiverse, Pistol_grip, 1/4-20, camera_mount
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31
Jan 26, 2017
01/17
by
Jeff Ryan
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Week three of the 100 Years Ago Today: the 1917 podcast introduces you to selling donuts at home for cash money -- wink wink -- more explosions, the birth of Ernest Borgnine, the invention of the calorie, Jeff's hazy recollection of what a kilocalorie is, Vinnie's outrage about a mayonnaise story, and false memories about cottage cheese.
Topics: Ernest Borgnine, calories, diets, donuts, raisins, A Very Long Engagement
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25
Feb 8, 2017
02/17
by
Jeff Ryan
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Who are The Silent Sentinels? What cities do you visit on the 11-City Race? Who was more of a cut-up on the stump, Woodrow Wilson or Theodore Roosevelt? Why do time machine stories head to WWII but hardly ever WWI? These and other questions about 1917 are answered this week on 100 Years Ago Today, the 1917 Podcast. Take a gander!
Topics: 1917 podcast woodrow wilson, theodore roosevelnt, Silent sentinels, suffrage, The Time Machine
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24
Feb 18, 2017
02/17
by
Jeff Ryan and Vinnie Nardiello
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eye 24
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Dinosaurs dinosaurs dinosaurs this week on the 1917 podcast.
Topic: 1917 dinosaurs u-boats pancho villa
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207
Sep 7, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 207
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David knew the craters of the moon visible to the naked eye; he also knew the ones he could only see with the eyes of the wolf. David spent his weeks in a psychiatric institute, his heavy beard growing full and thick, curly hair sprouting from all the places men did not want hair. Then those three days a month when the moon was full rolled by. The other residents grew insaner, unbalanced by the lunational pull on their brains. The schizophrenics were the worst: they saved up crazy for weeks to...
Topics: horror, audio, short story, microfiction, werewolves
603
603
Aug 14, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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The Third Wish Martin's first wish to the djinn was to die. It had taken Martin a decade to track down the 6th-century amphorae in which the djinn’s essence was trapped. During that time Martin had destroyed the lives of those around him, and grown to hate the very power he seeked. He first killed out of self-preservation, then greed. Greed was another word for self-preservation. Only a fool would choose to be the back instead of the knife. Now, with three choices to make, Martin knew that...
Topics: horror, hell
98
98
Oct 1, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 98
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As a boy, Harrison Donaldson lay his palm on his grandfather’s closed hands during the open-casket funeral. As he touched his first dead body, he saw the dead man’s memories of his final moments: a peaceful hospital bed, surrounded by family. He had a gift. Harrison fought in Korea, went to school on the GI bill, and became a funeral director. He was uniquely able to interpret the deceased’s wishes. He often arrived at a compromise between what the family wished and what the deceased him-...
Topics: graveyard, horror, microfiction, short stories
181
181
Sep 7, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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--Never go to the tropics. The moon pulls harder there. --Set up a safe den. Your instincts will return you there period after period. --Keep the den stocked with sanitary napkins. No one tests the blood in tampons. --Spend your non-period days associating human flesh with electrical shocks. Your body will remember despite its change. --Never shackle yourself, especially not by the hand. We’ve all seen what animals do to survive when a limb is trapped. Use a cage instead. --Spend several...
Topics: werewolves, horror, short stories, microfiction
125
125
Jul 30, 2007
07/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 125
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The Ghost in the Gray Flannel Suit
Topics: horror, ghosts
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182
Jul 26, 2007
07/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 182
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horror, vampires
Topics: horror, vampires
90
90
Sep 22, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 90
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Walking home from high school, Ethan walked into a spider web by the stop sign. His knees tangled into another web by the newspaper box. These were well-trafficed areas: didn’t spiders know to spin webs where the bugs were, not the people? It was a dewy afternoon, and so Ethan saw the next two webs above the sidewalk. The drops of water clung to the sticky silk spiral hanging of their razor-straight radial lines. Ethan always strayed from the sidewalk to tromp through the woods when he neared...
Topics: horror, microfiction, short stories, spiders
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76
Oct 16, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 76
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John Choi hated passing the 93rd floor on his window-washing scaffold, because of the shutters. Every other floor in the skyscraper had windows running the length of the outside: it was a lot of work to keep clean, but it was consistent. On 93, one of the windows was welded shut with massive steel plates bolted into the frame of the building. Behind that was a thick safe, with walls two feet deep in all directions. One evening the entire building had been cleared, and the next day a giant safe...
Topics: horror, haunted houses, microfiction, short stories
119
119
Oct 18, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 119
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After 20 years as a plumber, Erich Rodick had never heard radiators as noisy as Mrs. Ecaterina Zina’s. They were steam radiators, which frequently get noisy when the hot steam meets the condensed water. Erich went to start bleeding them off, but Mrs. Zina insisted, in her old-country accent, that he could not remove any of the liquid from the radiators today. “It won’t hurt the radiator any, and if too much water comes out we’ll fill it back up,” he told her. “No,” Mrs. Zina...
Topics: horror, haunted houses, microfiction, short stories
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145
Aug 7, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 145
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horror, diseases
Topics: horror, diseases
114
114
Oct 1, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 114
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During the start of Boston’s Central Artery/Tunnel project, the “Big Dig,” the tiny Chilton Burying Ground had to be moved. It dated back to the witchcraft hearings, and hadn’t been used in centuries, so its disinterment was approved. A hush settled over a gathered crowd as the first dirt-caked wooden box was moved by crane. It splintered apart in its net; nothing fell out. As more graves were uncovered, they, too were found to be light of their cargo. A week of careful disinterment...
Topics: horror, microfiction, short stories, graveyards
217
217
Sep 5, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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Lafayette County Quentin McDonald and his parents were on a road trip from Atlanta down to Disney, one last attempt to set the boy straight before military school. Quentin’s dad went in to buy gas off of Route 75 in Lafayette County. It was a place with lots of dead gators tacked everywhere. He came out after paying with an amazed look on his face. “Don’t go in there, it’s not something you want to see,” he told his son, although Quentin couldn’t imagine something so grisly he...
Topics: horror, school, Jeff Ryan
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71
Aug 13, 2007
08/07
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Jeff Ryan
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El Cielo They were actually pearly gates, Rosalita thought. Real pearls, too. The abalone and gold patterns were exactly as she hoped for such a magnificent gate. And St. Peter was there, too, and he was in the white robe with a golden tie just as she told everyone. “You have been an exceptional woman all your life,” St. Peter exclaimed, “and the Kingdom of Heaven is yours to enter.” Inside was breathtakingly gorgeous, and Rosalita began to cry. Thousands of columns! cloudy streets!...
Topics: horror, Jeff Ryan, hell, el cielo
128
128
Sep 22, 2007
09/07
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Jeff Ryan
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eye 128
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There was a tartan by an enormous yew tree next to the river, but it was a plaid Cameron Mackenzie had never seen before. He knew the distinct plaid patterns of his Mackenzie clan, of course, as well as the other locals: Ogilvy, Keith, Macleod, Macthomas. But the grey undercheck and white overcheck, without a hint of green or red: this was new to him. Who was this newcomer, this Sassenach in the lands of clan Mackenzie? Could his gray and white be one of the Mackenzie’s many tartans, which...
Topics: horror, microfiction, spiders, short stories, scotland, scottish
116
116
Oct 1, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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“Not many people drive by the Old Camden Cemetery,” Abner said, “not since the four-lane turned traffic away from Old Camden Road. So when a car does come by, be ready for it.” Lushana nodded her head at this. She was learning what to expect in Old Camden. Abner had been here at least two hundred years. Lushana was new: she joined two weeks ago when she fell during cheerleader auditions. And she wanted to go visit her friends and family. Abner explained the only way to do that was to...
Topics: horror, graveyards, microfiction, short stories
777
777
Oct 26, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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Vernon was only nine, but he had heard about Devil’s Night. In Detroit, on the day before Halloween, you set fires. The poor destroyed the property of anyone dumb or poor enough to be in the city. Other places just called it Mischief Night, and kids pulled pranks. But not Detroit. That was why Vernon’s mom accepted the new Bloomfield Hills job, cleaning up for a big mansion. Vernon and his mom would get to live in the mansion, but would be the only black or working-class family in town. On...
Topics: Halloween, horror, short story, microfiction
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1.2K
Oct 26, 2007
10/07
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Jeff Ryan
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Mr. Dennison was a killjoy. He threw out detentions to Jesse for texting, passing notes, whispering, or streaking classmates’ white shirts with permanent markers. Jesse was going to wreck his house, just as soon as the trick-or-treaters and their parents cleared out. He smoked two bones in Dennison’s freshly-raked back yard before it was safe. First came the toilet papering. But Jesse dropped the paper on the ground, which was dewy, and it sogged apart in his hands. Jesse then opened the...
Topics: Halloween, horror, short story, microfiction
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99
Oct 1, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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Mike Corrander was distracted by his Braves’ lousy performances in the final innings of a game against Boston. He kept on digging the grave beyond the standard six feet. His boss Mr. Quay said never to waste labor and dig deeper, the old cheapskate. Mike went down seven full feet before noticing that he was too deep. Then he hit old wood. Was Mr. Quay burying bodies on top of other bodies? There were some nasty rumors about the Quay family: this sort of “efficacious” use of cemetery land...
Topics: graveyard, horror, microfiction, short stories
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90
Aug 21, 2007
08/07
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Jeff Ryan
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Anticancer Sticks The worlds of medicine and big tobacco shared a stage recently. Research into alternative uses for the weedlike tobacco plant, which has drained a hundred million bucks in research, bore fruit no one could have expected. Advanced geneticists succeeded at cross-breeding the tobacco plant with shark and aloe alleles. The result was an ironic miracle cure: perfect health in a coffin nail. Any plant could have potentially been crossbred with such results, but only the tobacco...
Topics: Jeff Ryan, horror, sharks
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135
Jul 26, 2007
07/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 135
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horror, vampires
Topics: horror, vampires
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193
Aug 1, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 193
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horror, ghosts
Topics: horror, ghosts
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137
Sep 26, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 137
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Scalper Denny loved it when the White Sox were in Cleveland. His $30 tickets went for $40, the $50 for $90, and the baseliners went for two bills. Cleveland fans would pay handsomely for a decent blood rivalry – the Browns moving to Baltimore, the Mistake by the Lake, paying good money to hear “Cleveland Rocks” for the rest of their lives. But Denny couldn’t move one of his last four tickets: the other three he soaked to some hicks for about 250% of their face value. “It’s our first...
Topics: horror, baseball, short stories, microfiction
127
127
Sep 18, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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Wilbur wasn’t a piglet anymore. He was 306 pounds of hog, a full hundred pounds heavier than the other pigs ready for slaughter. All Zuckerman could see was a walking $500 bill, depreciating in value with each day of life. “Some pig” or not, Wilbur had to go. Fern would hopefully be too busy with boys at the high school to even notice. The day of slaughter came. Zuckerman prepared the killing room, and headed out to the barn. He patted Ike on the nose, looked up where the web messages had...
Topics: spiders, microfiction, short stories, horror
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115
Oct 23, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 115
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Wanda swore she had been tricked by some kid on Halloween. They were supposed to come once to her house, ONCE. Yet the anonymous eight-year olds in their Yu-Gi-Oh and Scream and Batman outfits came by again and again, the same store-bought costumes, the same distant parents back on the sidewalk waving. How did she know they weren’t the same three kids coming by over and over again? And it had been like this for years, all of these masked kids stuffing her candy in their mouths. That was why...
Topics: Halloween, horror, short story, microfiction
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215
Sep 7, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 215
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Amber’s parents were mean. They wouldn’t let her go out and play. The family was living near to a super-fun playground, but Amber’s mom made her walk right home from school every day. Amber was a good girl, and she didn’t like lying to her mom, but sometimes moms can be wrong. So Amber started taking a half-hour to get home, but it was only a fifteen-minute walk. The other fifteen minutes of each day were spent in the super-fun playground. She played teacher, picking up pens in the...
Topics: horror, school, microfiction, short stories
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1.7K
Oct 26, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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Pauline thought she might have misheard out of exhaustion, since October was of course the busiest month for costume shops. So she asked the ordinary-looking man in front of her to say it again. There was something very strange about the way he talked. It was almost like a lack of strangeness that seemed odd, almost emotionless. “Repeat, I would like a brown wig for my head. Caucasian-colored paint for my face. A pair of color contact lenses, for my eyes. And. I would like a latex make-up...
Topics: Halloween, horror, short story, microfiction
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126
Oct 11, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 126
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Aly scribbled her notes down in her spiral notebook, and a green line appeared under one misspelled word. Aly corrected it with her pencil, and the green line went away. Neato! This new incantation to catching errors in her writing was working wonderfully. It wasn’t even difficult. The computer guys did the hard part when they wrote word processing systems. All Aly did was magick the computer code to work for paper, instead of a big heavy laptop. The spelling spell worked so well she decided...
Topics: horror, microfiction, witches, short stories
398
398
Sep 7, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 398
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Clutching his most recent spelling bee trophy, Manoj leaned back into the middle seat of his parents’ minivan and, for the first time in his life, smiled. He had witnessed other boys and girls his age smiling after successfully spelling a word. Manoj always thought they were simply concentrating open-mouthed. But the upturned lips were out of happiness of achievement. Manoj looked to his parents, who never smiled either. They had trained him to be the greatest speller in the world. Manoj was...
Topics: horror, audio, Jeff Ryan, microfiction, short stories, school
216
216
Oct 11, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 216
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The Grand Duchy of Lithuania received word of a witch in the hamlet of Binhulac, and sent four orthodox Christian clerics out to deal with it. The old religions of the towns were mostly gone, and the villagers safely experiencing Christ’s majesty. But a few outsiders in each village refused to convert. When something bad happened, then, they were responsible for it. The four clerics planned on either converting the witch, or killing her. Hopefully both, so her otherwise damned soul would...
Topics: horror, microfiction, witches, short stories
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188
Sep 26, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 188
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Seventh Inning Stretch Shane and Irwin were two of the Milwaukee Brewer fans who became quite angry when the beer stopped flowing, come the seventh inning stretch. They freely admitted to being disgusting dirtbags, and their love of baseball was the only good thing about them. Usually one or two fouled-out balls would arc backwards and land up in the brown seats in the far mezzanine. This game, though, seven had blooped back, one per inning on average. Shane felt it was incredibly unfair he...
Topics: baseball, horror, story stories, microfiction
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505
Sep 5, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 505
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Cross My Heart The promises made as adults aren’t true promises, because adults know the lack of consequences if they break one. That wasn’t the case for Nathan, who at age 13 hadn’t heard much kid-talk due to his home-schooling. Cousins of his came for the weekend: Nathan sensed they didn’t like him. They thought his parents and he were religious nuts. The cousins showed him a secret videotape they brought with them. They made Nathan swear, “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a...
Topics: school, horror, Jeff Ryan
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92
Aug 7, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 92
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horror, diseases
Topics: horror, diseases
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69
Oct 23, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 69
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Carole was new to the neighborhood, couldn’t even find a CVS yet, and wasn’t sure what trick-or-treaters in Arizona would be like compared to Nebraska. When her car wasn’t egged the night before, and her tree stayed free of toilet paper, she considered it a good sign. Maybe it was just from living on a cul-de-sac. Funny: when she told her coworker where she lived, he called it a cult-de-sac. The kids started to appear around five on Halloween while she was waiting for the cable man. The...
Topics: Halloween, horror, short story, microfiction
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194
Oct 23, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 194
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Dorothy sat down at her desk at work and tore open the wrapper of the candy bar, disregarding the nutritional information, and bit. It was just as the news reports claimed: an honest-to-goodness chocolate bar, with caramel and a little crispy bits and a cookie center that crunched like a pretzel. The Century bar wasn’t outstanding: there was a reason why it was leftover in the office Halloween candy bin, after the Snickers and Butterfingers were gone. But the appeal of negative calories was...
Topics: Halloween, horror, short story, microfiction
80
80
Aug 6, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 80
favorite 0
comment 0
horror, diseases
Topics: horror, diseases
147
147
Jul 23, 2007
07/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 147
favorite 0
comment 0
Daily Scares -- Sneaking a Butt
Topics: horror, vampire
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114
Sep 18, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 114
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Actors are incredibly brave. They practice their craft on stage, refining the art of revealing themselves with someone else's words but their own emotions. That bravery is needed for anyone who heads to Los Angeles to try to get into motion pictures. The casting directors there are looking for charisma, and a pretty face, and a standout delivery, but most of all they're looking for bravery. For those actors they cast won't just be sharing the screen with an imposing and intimidating...
Topics: horror, spiders, microfiction, short stories
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232
Sep 25, 2007
09/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 232
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Like so many single-a-ball pitchers, Harry James was a junkballer. His many pitches creaked over the plate with speeds that wouldn’t get you pulled over going through town. At 31, his right arm wasn’t getting any younger, and it wasn’t learning any tricks to increase heat. Harry’s friends figured he always cracked jokes because he was nervous of being cut. Then, one night Harry took the mound in the eighth, and started fingering a fastball in his left hand. He threw three heaters in...
Topics: horror, baseball, microfiction, short stories
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116
Oct 18, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 116
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Mike Ramonez’s attic was filled with little leaves, hanging from the ceiling. Mike touched some, and they turned into moths that flitted around his head. But they weren’t leaves, or moths: they were bats. He couldn’t have bats here for his housewarming/family reunion! A pest control guy estimated it would cost $2300 to seal up the eaves at night so that the bats couldn’t get in and out anymore. That was crap, as far as Mike was concerned. Mike was handy: he had installed a new toilet...
Topics: horror, haunted houses, microfiction, short stories
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257
Oct 18, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 257
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Each breath Anthony Loeman took flowed up through his dust mask and fogged his glasses. By alternating between looking and breathing, he crawled through the eaves on the right side of the large mansion, rewiring the upstairs. His knees killed from resting only on the joists. He dragged behind him a coil of thick yellow wire, some tools, and a bag of racist dolls. Anthony found them among the insulation, and recalled his grandmother saying her wonderful dolls from childhood were still somewhere...
Topics: horror, haunted houses, microfiction, short stories
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726
Jul 31, 2007
07/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 726
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Here With Me
Topics: horror, ghosts
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132
Oct 11, 2007
10/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 132
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“Hi, I’m Emerald, I’ll be your server today,” Emerald told the dour teenagers she was serving. She wrote her name on the butcher paper tablecloth in purple. They were dressed in black, and they had white powder on their faces, and the guys had black nail polish. The girls had ankhs. Emerald saw these kids hanging out in the food court sometimes, buying hamsters for $10 and then drowning them in the wishing well. “Can I start you off with some drinks?” she asked. All four all asked...
Topics: horror, witches, microfiction, short stories
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210
Aug 14, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 210
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The Third Wish Martin's first wish to the djinn was to die. It had taken Martin a decade to track down the 6th-century amphorae in which the djinn’s essence was trapped. During that time Martin had destroyed the lives of those around him, and grown to hate the very power he seeked. He first killed out of self-preservation, then greed. Greed was another word for self-preservation. Only a fool would choose to be the back instead of the knife. Now, with three choices to make, Martin knew that...
Topics: horror, hell, short story, microfiction, jeff ryan
110
110
Aug 22, 2007
08/07
by
Jeff Ryan
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eye 110
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The Sandtiger Sisters The daughter threshed her way through her birth sack, virgin teeth polished from warm fluids, and started to tear into the flesh of the womb. Her brother and sister bumped into her, in their permanent uterine daze. She bit the male on his small snout, then again. The third time her teeth connected, and the snout was off. She returned to biting the womb wall, looking for a way out. Her mother, a chocolate-brown sandtiger shark cruising low to the floor, started twitching...
Topics: horror, Daily Scares, Jeff Ryan, sharks
