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Why Dogs Eat Poop

“But Mooo-oom…” whined the young pup. “It smells terrible-like it needs to be buried.” “Don’t you speak like a cat to me,” his mother scolded. “You eat your poop like a good boy.” The young pup groaned and gave a … Continue reading

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The Tree Between Fire and Ice

Note: This is another rough draft. This story popped into my head one day when I saw a collage created by a talented artist and friend, Robin Wiesneth. The story was very clear to me – it was a tree … Continue reading

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If Shakespeare Wrote My Evening

After an evening of “Hamlet” I can’t help but toss some flowery prose around and have fun with it. I was imagining how Shakespeare might record my evening and came up with this. All comments are welcome, and of course, … Continue reading

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The Heaven Grift (rough draft)

The woman walked to the curb before the Pearly Gates and sat down. “Mind if I sit here?” She asked. The angel attendant looked up, confused, at the woman sitting in front of the check-in kiosk. He decided she was … Continue reading

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The Lemon Witch

There once was an old woman who lived at the edge of a boggy swamp outside of a little town called Meansville. The towns people said she was a terrible witch because she had a lemon orchard and was born on … Continue reading

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The Librarian Angel

Once this was the home of the town librarian and was surrounded by tidy flower beds and filled inside with books of all kinds. Now it’s a small cottage forgotten at the end of a country road, overgrown with scuppernong and … Continue reading

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The Empty Road

This is true. I once knew an extraordinary old man who walked the roads of my town every day. He was tall and skinny with thin white hair, unremarkable in appearances except for his beaming, brilliant smile and friendly wave. The … Continue reading

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The Red Pen

Marina sat staring at her work angrily. The editor had marked all over her perfect story, harsh red lines crossing through some of her best prose and incomprehensible runes littered the margins. “Good start – needs to be cleaned up,” … Continue reading

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The Literary Lizard

There once was a lizard who desperately wanted to read. He had learned to read almost as soon as he popped out of his egg. He was born in a pet store, and the shop owner used shredded newsprint as … Continue reading

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