Cherrypicked stories

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Sand

... he sat on the vast stretch of sand, he was alone.
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This Empty Frost

Poem about winter and a lost love affair
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The Massage

A quirky and funny insightful short story which projects the psychological aspects of human nature which are seemingly at odds with what is socially acceptable at unexpected moments.
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Time For Goodbye

Do we ever really know what our spouse is thinking?
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Just like a watermelon.

Grassy knolls and twisted history.
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Stranger in Paradise

Happy Land
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Lucky Stars

What's happening in the stars today
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Deepak's Mistake

Sleepy Land
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I've Dreamed About Buying A Gun

I told Della about the gun. "You'd be better off with a dishwasher," she said. Since he died I've dreamed about buying a gun. I looked at dishwashers...
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Tulpa

A leaving present.
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Alaskan Walden

Work in progress describing author's experiences living in remote Alaska
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Gorilla suits and latex-The rise and fall of El Mucho

The gretaest B grade actor the world never got to know..
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Extra Strong.

a child once, he grew up to end on the street
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Amateur detective

Some things should be left to professionals
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XL

We walked all over town looking for a place to eat. As usual, my friends and I had left things until the last minute, expecting a restaurant to...
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Bellerophon

To be locked in mortal combat with a fabulous beast was, to a child like me, the epitome of manhood. I suspect it was partly the fault of an elderly...
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Poem/song

the good thief if he ever lived took nothing A stranger in a strange town the full moon her chaperone the razors edge of pavement stone tonight her stage her place called home She trys to leave no shadow that was cast many year ago for tonight she knows that it is a one girl band with her dye and plastic mole A guy wants her to light his candle and tells her about heavens scent she flicks her eyes to the skys above and asks is he looking for rent With another dawn on the horizon and her spirit still intact she tilts her head to the rising sun and whispers no time for looking back

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