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(Written March 4, 2014) A man comes to me, showing a cow hide, with tan spots. He’s pulling on the edges as he walks. “How many times have I told you, no more killing? For this, I sentence you to mucking for two years, with your pay cut in half. After a year, you may…
I. Black woman yelling, for 13-year-old son, out of two-story, rundown house A. Decides son at friends doing drugs when should be at school B. Goes to find, and get, son C. Finds son just before putting needle in arm II. Son doing criminal activity such as stealing A. Son gets caught; taken to jail…
A young girl, 9 years old, comes running into her house excited, calling out for her mother. She looks in the kitchen first, that’s where she usually is, baking a “goody” for after school. Mother isn’t there so she looks in her bedroom, living room, back outside, around the house. No one is there. Her…
I couldn’t blame him for wanting her. She was beautiful with the likes of Snow White. Long, flowing black hair with a touch of curl. But yet I couldn’t see why she would want to go with him. He wasn’t that good-looking, and she even told me that I was better looking than he was.…
“You told me I could come back if I changed.” “I also told you to come back before I found someone.” “So, I took a little bit longer than you could hold. Can’t we have another chance?” “You’re gonna have to fight for one. I’m not giving in so easily this time.” “You want a…
“Can I come too?” “No, Timmy! I’ve told you time, and time again. No!” “But…but….” “No buts about it! Stay inside until we get back!” Door slams against the silence of the night. Casen, and Simon Peter walk toward the forest with guns, flashlights, and rope.
“Can Jim come out to play?” I asked. “I haven’t seen him for two days.” “No, he’s sick, and needs to relax. Come again tomorrow.”
She was a true blonde, not one of those bottle head blondes. She was dressed all in black. Figure fitting black dress. With a touch of shine. ‘V’ neck, no sleeves, knee-length. Wide brimmed black hat with veil. This part was different. It wasn’t a “regular” black fish net veil. It was hot pink with…
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A certain witch moved into a certain village. She didn’t like much attention, so she stayed in her cottage during the day. As you may suppose, this caused quite a stir as the weeks went by. As people talk, wild stories sprung up.
I have started a new blog about my (sleeping) dreams, if you’re interested. It is at What Did I Dream.
And so they spent the quiet night before surgery, knowing, contemplating, listening to one of their favorite songs, “….breakfast with eggs knowing we’ll be together again”.
(There is a difference from Joe 1, but not sure where it is.) There once was a man named Joe. He was an ordinary man. He didn’t have much to his name, but he was proud of what he had and it didn’t bother him when other people laughed at him for his plainness.He…
I wasn’t quite sure how to feel. My first of my dreams was in my face, staring at me. I wanted badly this day to come ever since I realized that the opposite sex doesn’t really have infectious germs when touched by one. And now, here it was. I mean, here it was! There was…
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