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The Pot Brownies
Before I begin my story, to any law enforcement officers out there, I’m pretty sure the statute of limitations has long ago expired.
My friend threw a party. She always threw a party around Christmas…wonderful and delightful parties, and since it was going to be our last year there, the party was a combination “going away and Christmas party.
My friend was a fabulous cook and went all out for…
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The Guards
This is the story of “The Guards.” It started out as an innocuous call, or so I thought.
We were dispatched to an urgent cardiac event at the Naval Base. Ready to beat feet, I looked at partner and said, “to the Naval Base! Isn’t the Naval base defunct?” Partner says, “defunct?” I say, “yeah, you know. Shut down. Out of commission. No more.” Partner shrugs and we carried on.
I’m flying down the…
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My Little Monk
At the suggestion of the fabulous Brian Lageose over there at Bonnywood Manor…this is the story of my encounter with a little Monk…but first….
When I was running EMS, everyone knew that there was monastery about thirty or so miles from the big city. I knew and that’s about all I knew.
One day, my work partner and I had just dropped a patient off at the nearby hospital and since we didn’t have…
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The Real Story Of Lizzie Borden
The Real Story Of Lizzie Borden
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother forty whacks.
After he saw what she did,
Her father gave her forty quid.
“Thank you, thank you, little one,
For snuffing out that evil scum.
But now, you must be on the run.
Leave the axe and take the gun.
Your secret I will never tell,
Of how you sent your mum to Hell.
Your fingerprints will be erased,
From the axe that I’ll somehow…
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Ripley...Believe It Or Not
Ripley…Believe It Or Not
This is my new kitten. Her name is Ripley.
I know she looks much like an alien, hence the name Ripley, after the heroine on Alien.
She is a Cornish Rex. They have only been around since 1950, when a barn cat in Cornwall, England, delivered a litter, containing a strange looking offspring, with huge ears. It is a natural mutation…I’m sure from some wayward alien species, who was catting around,…
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These People Called Writers
These People Called Writers
These people called writers are a breed apart.
Some writers post random pictures and create guffawing humorous stories as if they had been privy to the conversation just as the camera shutter snapped, capturing the subjects who will forever be frozen in time.
Some writers have the ability to use their words as a medium to create hauntingly beautiful pictures, which literally take your breath…
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The Bittersweet Farewell - Chapter Five
The Bittersweet Farewell – Chapter Five
One week later, Alice and Jacob were at Tierney’s, and gossip was abundant.
The server walked over to their table, smiled and handed Alice a note when she brought their hot chocolate and Bonbons. The note was from Georgia.
Dear Alice,
Thank you so very much foropening my eyes and givingme the courage to follow myown path.I will write when we get settled.Your eternally grateful andaffectionate…
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The Bittersweet Farewell - Chapter Four
The Bittersweet Farewell – Chapter Four
Alice busied herself with the daily routines of life, albeit missing Jacob terribly. Every minute, she wished that he was with her, but she didn’t retreat to solitude.
Twice a week, she went to Tierney’s for a cup of hot chocolate and a Bonbon. It was one of her favorite places to go and the visits always brought back such fond memories of both Jacob and Grace.
One day, she quite literally ran…
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The Bittersweet Farewell - Chapter Three
The Bittersweet Farewell – Chapter Three
Trying to control her laughter, one day Grace told Alice the tale of the tree-house. “Jacob cut down trees and scavenged wood from anywhere he could find it,” she said. “He worked day and night, and mind you, he was only nine years old. He was determined to have the biggest and best tree-house ever.” She giggled as she said, “he just knew that people from all over would want to come to see…
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The Bittersweet Farewell - Chapter Two
The Bittersweet Farewell – Chapter Two
She was smiling as she watched him drive down the road, and as his car crested the hill, she couldn’t see that he was smiling, too.
When she went inside, she sat down in the comfortable side chair and said, “oh Papa. I’ve just had hot chocolate and a Bonbon with the man I’m going to marry.” Papa smiled and said, “good Heavens, child. Is he a prophet?”
With a twinkle in his eyes he said, “I…
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The Bittersweet Farewell - Chapter One
The Bittersweet Farewell – Chapter One
Alice had become accustomed to anxiously awaiting word from her beloved husband when he was away on business. She was always overcome with joy when the letter carrier handed her an envelope.
Their unexpected, unlikely romance began on a chilly day in November, some five years earlier.
Having been trusted with her father’s brand new Model-T Ford, Alice had taken it for a spin uptown to do some…
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The Question - Chapter Two
The Question – Chapter Two
Roberta hung up and went outside. Roberto looked at her and smiled, but the smile disappeared when she threw the cards and letters on the table next to him. “What are these?” she demanded. Roberto looked down and said, “I want you to know that we never meant to hurt you.”
Roberta said, “you sound like a fucking parrot. That’s exactly what she said. How could you? She said it has been going…
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The Question - Chapter One
The Question – Chapter One
As April Drummond looks at her etiolated image reflected in the dirty, almost opaque windows of Craggy Prison, she counts the steel bars that separate her from the outside world, and waits. She waits for the monthly visit she desperately wants, but knows will never come.
She is inconsequential. She is unimportant, insignificant, irrelevant, nonessential, meaningless. She is picayune. She was…
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Deleting Martina - Chapter Eleven
Deleting Martina – Chapter Eleven
Exactly two weeks later, the phone rang. “Are you ready for what you’re going to hear?” asked Dick.
Randall took a deep breath, sighed and said, “go on.” He barely got the words out of his mouth before he added, “is she on Broadway?” Dick began his narrative in a matter-of-fact monotone. “Yes, she’s on Broadway, but not exactly where you would probably hope. Trying to hold himself from the…
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Deleting Martina - Chapter Ten
Deleting Martina – Chapter Ten
When news of Callie’s death circulated around campus, it was decided, out of respect for her and her family, the play would be delayed until the following week. A small service was going to be held in the chapel for her friends and fellow classmates, but Martina did not attend. Her overwhelming guilt was almost tangible.
She wondered if Joe Blow would make an appearance, but she wouldn’t know…
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Deleting Martina - Chapter Nine
Deleting Martina – Chapter Nine
“Speaking of singing,” he said, “are you ready for your big debut this weekend?” Martina said, “I don’t know. I sure hope so.” Then she looked at him and said, “would you take me by Callie’s apartment again?”
He said, “if you want me to, yes. But if she’s not there, or if she is there, and doesn’t want to talk, you can’t let it push you off the deep end, okay? I think you know what I…
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Deleting Martina - Chapter Eight
Deleting Martina – Chapter Eight
Randal, trying to calm her down, said, “okay. “The first step in any addiction is admitting that you have a problem. The second step is actually doing something about it. You do understand that you can’t make Callie stop using just because you want her to, right? Are you enabling her?”
“What do you mean?” Martina asked. Randall said, I mean are you giving her money? Are you participating in…
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