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Victor and Skipper…

digitalartsonline.uk Victor and his trusty cat, Skipper, were crime fighters.  When asked for his name, Victor always said, “Holmes,” and then pointed to his cat and said, “Watson.”  Skipper didn’t mind.  After all, he had been with Victor for many … Continue reading

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The Caterpillar…

  “Yes?” said the Caterpillar. “My name is Alice.” “I know who you are,” he said. taking a hit from his pipe.  “What do you want?” “I thought you weren’t supposed to know who I was.” “Stories change,” he said … Continue reading

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It’s getting to be that time of year…

Pixabay Artsybee   “Let’s have our picture taken in his pose and use it as our Christmas card.” “I don’t think so,” he said. “You could wear a red suit and…” “No.” “I’ll look silly sitting there by myself.” “Without … Continue reading

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Joey and Diana…short story

“Get off the roof,” said Joey’s mother, staring at the two children.  “How many times do I have to tell you to stop climbing on the garage?” “I don’t think there’s a specific number,” shouted Diana. “We’re going to fly,” … Continue reading

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The Runaway…

“Where are you going?” asked Devin. “I’m running away,” said Chrissy. “Why?” “To get life experience.” “Can’t you get that at home?” “No, not really.  Life is out there somewhere.” “Where?” “Anywhere but here.” “I didn’t know that.” “Now you … Continue reading

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Questions…

“Why are we here?” he sighed. “You mean in the coffee shop?” she asked, staring at him. “No, here, in the world?” “If I had to guess, I’d say that someone put us here to watch us try to escape.” … Continue reading

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Don’t I know you? Short Story…

“I’ve been watching you all night.” “I know, believe me,” she said, finishing her drink.  “I could feel you staring at me, even with my back turned.  What’s up with that?” “I think I know you,” he said. “You don’t,” … Continue reading

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