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Wind

It started the day Mr. Otto and Dad were admiring a fully loaded Honda Gold...

Slick

PING! Shit another chip on my goggles. Not too bad. Kinda fits with the other...

The Man Who Sold Air

They shut off his phone at 7:58 am. He had wondered  a little why he...

Alley Musings

The yellow umbrella stood framed by a rustic peaked roof. You can only see its...

I Can Write

It's all right. I can write. Yes, honey, you can. Well no. He cannot, but...

Cock Eyed

Jeremy, what did you do? You're not a politician. You're my husband. You have always...

Beach Play

Please move your hands to my waist. You sure? I mean I have to hold...

Perfect M (Sequel 1)

Read on, and I will tell you how I killed him. The perfect murder. OK?...

Gasoline Alley

He was just there. In the doorway. I was closing up. A bit tipsy for...

I Was Really Talented On Trampolines

Hundreds of years from now, they'll tell his story. Who is he? He's that man....