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Gothic Tales 2
They were gone. At first they were swaying from left to right at reckless speeds. Then they swayed left, towards the buildings, and were gone. The only thing that remained, the thing that proved that they were indeed there in the first place, was the laughter that hung in the air, soft and sultry, fading…
Gothic Tales 1
They came rolling out of a nightclub, six of them, laughing and carousing in a drunken heap of pointless celebration, just to be out and done with the week’s college studies. The avenue was nearly empty of people at that late hour, and they were proud to have closed yet another bar, on another Friday,…
A Beautiful Day…5
I woke up slowly, groggily, not knowing where I was, or how I got there. My eyes were only half open, sensitive to the overhead lights beaming relentlessly at me. I let out a low groan, then tried to look at my watch, only to find my arm strapped down. I sobered up quickly at…
A Beautiful Day…4
This chapter has scenes of suicide, implied spousal abuse, and a psychotic break. Those who are sensitive to this should not read this. I had a sudden urge to reminisce. All the way back, way back, back to the time when I first met Carla. We met in college. I got a baseball scholarship, and…
A Beautiful Day…3
With a fresh cup of coffee in hand I headed back to the porch. As I passed through the dining room and then the living room I couldn’t help but notice the immaculate condition they were in. Something else I can put on Carla. She was very good at keeping the house clean and tidy.…
A Beautiful Day… 2
I stood on the front porch of my sanctuary, my escape from the outside world. Out there on the streets could be complete and utter chaos, for example all of these police riling up the neighborhood. All I wanted was for this house to be ordered. For things to be in their right place and…
A Beautiful Day on a Beautiful Suburban Street 1
In three hours I would either figure out who the killer could be, or I’d have to go to work. The chief wouldn’t let me leave the scene just yet, thinking that maybe with me there I could pull a coup over these local cops. Even if I wanted to these local cops weren’t letting…
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I’ve got a story, two actually, that I’m trying to time with Halloween. I’m not sure if I can, and after stressing about it and some car repairs, I have nothing ready for today. Woe is me, how sad it is to not have a story ready. I hope the deep sorrow I feel doesn’t…
A moment…
…while I think of my next story. The last one, TZA, is part of a series of stories, all told from the viewpoint of the First Mate, Mr. Mitch. He’s got some good ones, like the time they went against Big John, or when the picked up a bunch of sharp shooters, and Sophie, the…
TZA-The Beginning 8
Jaqui asked “What did he do next?” “Well”, said Mitch, “he whipped us all into shape and the rest is history.” This didn’t sit right with the kids. Julian asked “That’s it?” Erin asked “Wait, you were going to tell us more!” Billy asked “What happened after that?” Wendy asked “That can’t be all.” David…
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