Stories posted 3/12/2007
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Mum
She held me when I cried.
She helped me learn to walk.
She taught me about life.
And she taught me about people.But today I…
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Gun
Drew looked at the smoking gun and the figure sprawled in the dirt in front of him. He felt his stomach churning and ground …
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Gringo

“Whu… what you want man?” Gringo opened his golden eyes a slit, he’d been on the tequila again last night and he was always…
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Cocoa

“Ummf ummf” came the muffled voice from my feet. I looked down into the floppy eared brown eyed face of Cocoa. With a cucumbe…
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Code Cat

Soon I was coding away, the familiar purring weight of Gringo on my shoulders. My fingers rattled across the keyboard occasio…
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Fun with a stick

It was six months before mom realized what happened to Harold’s eye. She never did give me back my marble…
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Drug-Fueled Gore/Sex/Hate
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Master Plan

The plan is working beautifully. I have already trained the short monkey to scratch my belly… oh, the joy of my belly scrat…
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Something's Missing

Leaving my head on the pillow, I rolled my eyes around the room, relieved that I had at least not gone home with the handsome…
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The Toaster Adventures, Part I
“You need to check the toaster,” my wife said. “It’s burning toast again.”
“This is what happens when when you set the toast…
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Dirty secrets

“Hello.”
“Look, stop playing silly buggers and open the air lock.”
“Not a problem.”
Have you ever had a moment when you t…
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Sanctuary
All I could focus on was the sound of the rain. My head became a battleground for the thunderous thuds that the droplets made…
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Don't Squeeze the Charmin
In the dark, Suzanne missed the upturned seat of the toilet bowl only to feel the cold porcelain touch her backside.
Cursin…
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The Glass half-full
It was one of those days. Weeks, actually. Nothing had gone right. Veronica left me a message that she was uhappy and leaving…
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An Unreasonable Request
Her smile was contagious. I couldn’t help but return the brilliant expression ten fold.
As the hot water drowned her teabag…
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On a Thursday morning, drinking coffee.
I woke up late, a rarety, and fumbled out of my bed clothes and made my way to the shower. No hot water. Again. Damn water he…
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Escape
“Fire!”
Dawn Mitchell ran through the hall screaming, banging on office doors as the smoke filled the corridor. Between yell…
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Poor Work Ethic - The Quiet Years

And so, the days passed as Jason sat glued to his chair and monitor, stone-faced.
And nobody noticed.
The fact that Jason…
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The Toaster Adventures, Part II

The neighbor’s cat came slinking in through the window.
He jumped straight down on me, sniffed, meowed, and curled up on my s… -
A Novel Idea
“It was a dark and stormy nigh….”
James hit the backspace key as he sat in the dark, giving a sardonic laugh to the empty…
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Sweet Carolina, Part II

I was meeting with my illustrator, Frank. Oh, I didn’t tell you, I am a writer. I had gotten a call from my publisher about t…
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Sweet Carolina, Part 2

I had arrived downtown early for a meeting and needed to kill some time. Unfamiliar with the area, I decided my best bet for …
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Poor Work Ethic - Another's View

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What Happen?
The stench of his rotting corpse was drowned by the overwhelming smell of fresh coffee, burnt popcorn and smoked salmon from …
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Where do old songs go when they die?
I scan through the ‘Funeral’ CD and I can’t find that song.
I remember listening to ‘Funeral’ with the volume up high and I …
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Where do old songs go when they die? (Part II)

It’s not the first track. It’s not the last track. The chorus spoke to me – directly to me.
The second song is about Alexand…
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Where do old songs go when they die? (Part III)

On ‘Funeral,’ Régine sings songs 3 and 6 and I cannot sing along with her: her voice is childlike and too high for me to reac…
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Where do old songs go when they die? (Part IV)

Track 8 is ensemble, the whole group jumps in. It’s not track 8.
Maybe it’s a b-side. Maybe it’s a cover. Maybe it’s a live …
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An Unreasonable Request II

I was stunned. She sat there, her smile fixed on her face, as if she had just announced that she wanted to go to the zoo. “K-...
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The unfortunate sleep.
It only takes fifteen minutes to work through a panic attack. That’s what Dr. Wells told Renee during their last visit. She w…