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Anthology
A collection of different authors or multiple stories by one author in one volume in various genres.
Written By: Richard H. Williams
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The first time I ever saw Nikki, she appeared at my office door and said she wanted information about the Ph.D. program in psychology at the University of South Miami. She had black, shiny hair adorned with a red ribbon and her eyes were deep brown. She was wearing a white blouse, red skirt, and black high heels. A small gold emblem was pinned to her blouse. She was so attractive that when I first set eyes on her, I think I stopped breathing momentarily.
I learned that Nikki was born in Madrid. I asked her to have a seat and said I would present her with a folder of program materials when she left. We had a long conversation during which I asked her some questions. Nikki held a bachelor’s degree in psychology with a minor in mathematics and a master’s degree in psychology, both awarded by the University of San Francisco. At the time we met, she was a high school mathematics teacher. Her computer skills were excellent, better than my own. Nikki had already been active in professional organizations and had made presentations at regional psychology conferences.
As our interview concluded, I told her that we would accept her into the program.
“Is it possible for me to be awarded an assistantship?”
“I will look into it,” I replied.
Written By: Alexander Dregon, PJ Cooper
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Still, if they were going to rescue her, they had to find her and take her off the ship physically. She knew she could never make it to them. The trouble was that the only way they could get to her was through what was left of bay two behind what had been her storage unit. Anything else could lead to parts of the ship that were open to the still-core of the engines. That would be a fatal choice for everyone.
She could not allow that. They were trying to help her. She couldn’t let them wander into something like that while they were trying. Despite the cold, she began trying indicator lights. The lights would mark a path that they could use, just as they guided off-loading crews to the sections of the ship they were to unload.
The coldness seemed to seep through the fabric of her suit now, making every movement slow and stiff, but she pushed on. She had gone from no hope to whatever this was and decided that this was infinitely better. Whatever happened, she would know she had done all she could.
















