I’ve been delinquent in writing here of late, but I have been writing. Plan on getting a new story every Monday. This one’s not from a photograph as some of my past stories have been, but it is
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The jukebox suddenly went quiet. A man I had never seen before stood loosely next to the jukebox holding the plug in his hand. Theresa jumped and grabbed my hand across the table, bumping my coffee, spilling a
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Crissy and I were hunting sand dollars. We had only just arrived in Ocean City and already we were out on the beach, still in our tenners. with our sack. It’s empty now, but it won’t be. Last
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Some of you may know that I have been poaching wireless @ home + that my Internet connection is a touch spotty. That’s one of the reasons I post with such great infrequency here of late. Whomever I’m
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The sunlight seeping into the window and onto the floor of my basement apartment was beginning to fade. Since Morgan left, I didn’t have much furniture. She had knocked on my door today for the first time
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The trains were coupling in the trainyard. Metal on metal and loud clanging banging that would wake anyone who hadn’t heard it before. It was almost six A.M. I was walking home from work.
I’d gone in…
Note: As I do not currently have access to a scanner, I am not including the photograph that inspired this piece. I will post it when I again have access to the scanner.
Seth might have been born…
Or,
Give me Spaghetti O’s
Sorry, no photo for this one.