Tag: shortstories

Half In The Bag

He was already half in the bag when I tripped over him laying, spreaded out across the kitchen floor with a bottle of Brass Monkey wrapped in a brown paper bag sticking out his back pocket of his favorite faded blue jeans. (Come to think about it he only owned one pair). He was mumbling

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A Night Under A Star

As I slowly take off my stained glasses to clean them I’ve often pondered about our late night rendezvous at Houston’s and the unforgettable smell of your perfume as you entered the restaurant forcing all heads to respectfully turn and focus, on you. It’s true, I had to be the luckiest man in the world

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An Island Storm of Short Cuts

When an Island storm of short cuts bring about short cut results. An Island Storm of Short Cuts Beware of the person who’s in your life watching their biological clock, want children and to be married. This person may truly not want you but desire the idea of being married with children and you will

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Your Gift Is Special

The cancer of racism imbrue our national character. It taints our moral fabric consciousness. It stains the spirit of the soul. It’s a spot. A shameful greasy spot across the face of humanity.   Know your worth… Your Gift Is Special   Whenever a noun Person Place or Thing Doesn’t appreciate All that you bring

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