Postcard
Kenny knew of the pain, of the lonely. He knew of the lonely that grabbed your heart and squeezed it, like two hands squeezin' the life out of chickens. He knew of Mary's lonely, how the tears ran muddy down her face. Kenny knew, somehow he knew.
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Wet Walk
We were to meet near a mall, at a point which was equidistant for both of us. It was a beautiful day - one of the first really warm days for April. When I pulled into the lot he was not there yet. Since it was a gorgeous day, I got out of the car and walked to the front, leaning against the front bumper, soaking up the warm sun, to wait for him. I was dressed in a tight t-shirt and short shorts, with high heeled sandals.
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Love Seeds
I was sitting alone and quite depressed after the first snowfall that reminds me too much of Diana. The snow was beginning to felt fast later on that day, while I sit in my tiny trailer house mourning with a shot glass in hand and a smoke hanging from my dry rosy lips and pondering over the lose of my true love three long months ago.
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The Bright Flame
The light in Julia’s room looked faintly dimmer tonight as she was expecting company from work to come over. Lauren had mentioned discussing business plans. Julia set the table up appropriately, two candles, plates, silverware, two champagne flutes and her favorite pair of panties on the chair.
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Jessica
One of my favorite things about writing these stories is the feedback I get from the readers. I love when people tell me how excited they get reading my stories. Now I realize that the internet is the world of anonymous people, and you can never really be sure that people are who they say they are.
posted by: Grutico at 03:43 PM | Continue reading Jessica
Bat Girl
I seem to have an affection for pitchers and catchers. My favorite pairing to watch is Alan Zinter catching for Kyle Farnsworth. You usually think of catchers as short chubby guys that guard the plate, but Alan is neither!
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Past Life
Once upon a time… don’t all stories start that way? Not this one. This one is a bit different. Once in this cycle of time, which is not to say that it hasn’t happened before, and certainly not to say that it won’t happen again… once in this cycle, there was a young Keltic girl, with auborn hair that fell to the small of her back, wild green eyes with an odd flame in them, and a strange smile about her lips most days.
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General Hospital
Michelle was shown into the examining room and told to disrobe. She was handed a skimpy hospital type gown and was told the doctor would be with her shortly. As she sat on the table, waiting impatiently, her gown barely covered her.
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The beginning
I smiled smugly to myself as the eight men who were to carry my palanquin stepped up to the four poles, two for each end of each pole. Gesturing for Damin to follow me, I settled on the cushions, curling into a comfortable position.
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