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Everyone has his own name. The name is also his registered label! And how many people will protect it seriously? No matter the one is SOMEBODY or...

Smoke drifted from the barbecue, covering everyone in its path. Still, it sure smelled good at the Lawrence family picnic. Their cat, JC, did not...

“I sense greatness.” Varkral was way too close for comfort. “You have all been touched by a higher power and as a result, you carry some of that with...

Rolling green hills. Dirt paths. The only constant were the stars above. Everything else looked as though it belonged in the pages of the history...

At end, rebirth. This year I will Eat better. Walk. Drink my fill Of gold with every meal. I will tell the trees I love them at least once a month...

" I wouldn't touch it with a bargepole!" Heather's mother had cast her critical eye all over the property and that was her verdict.

Diggory remained idled at the curb for a minute or two, just gawking at that green button. It was boggling his mind how he couldn’t have noticed it...

All the year they scrub the homes From Skibbereen to Portglenone. They work their fingers to the bone, Afraid to pause to moan or groan. They milk...

This is what I term 'faction'; in as much as all but the beginning and ending maybe did happen to me, as the story describes; but without the dinner party and the resolution at the end. So, I'll leave it the reader to make of it what they may choose - an entertainment, or maybe a true experience of the supernatural - who knows?