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A Day in a Life….2024

“You sound like Darth, you need to clean your filter,” she said Wheeze. “Seriously.  Take that thing off.” Wheeze. She stared laughing and threw her slipper at him. He pulled the helmet off and ran his hand through his hair.  … Continue reading

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A Day in a Life…a very short story

“Your button says, THIS IS WHAT A RADICAL FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE.” “Oh good, you can read,” she said sarcastically. “So, you’re a man hater.” “Just certain men,” she said, “What kind of men?” “Do you have a mirror?” “Can I … Continue reading

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A Day in a Life…a short story

“Vamps?” asked Sandi, looking up. “They’re everywhere,” said Kate, tearing off her blood soaked clothing, dropping everything onto the floor.  “I can’t even go to the store to get a loaf of bread without tripping over them, or staking three … Continue reading

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A love story…

“Johnny, I…” “I know,” he said, sadly.  “I feel the same way.” “If only we had met at a different time.” “It wasn’t meant to be,” he sighed.  “Our timing is off.” “It’s hard to love when we have to … Continue reading

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The Angels…

The key rattled in the lock, the door flew open, he rushed inside, slammed it shut, and  leaned against it, panting hard. “What’s the matter, sweetie?  Did you see a spider,” she teased. “The Angels are here.” She stood up, … Continue reading

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Daniel and James…a very short story

People who knew them, still called them, “the boys.”  They hadn’t been boys for well over  sixty some years, but they did grow up living next door to each other.  They were inseparable.  Fought in one of the wars together, … Continue reading

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Izzy’s story…2

“What do you want to know?” asked Tank top. “Oh, so many things,” she sighed. “Hard to pick just one.” “I know what you mean,” he said, staring at her. “Okay,” she said, leaning forward.  “If I’m dead, why do … Continue reading

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