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StoryTwink Ed Crane98 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Jane in a Bottle hudsonmoon88 years 8 months ago
StoryMissing Him hudsonmoon178 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Temple paborama138 years 8 months ago
Forum topicWho would you like to be President Of The United States? well-wisher118 years 8 months ago
StoryCounting Parson Thru78 years 8 months ago
StoryDave Swakeley is Dying Ray Schaufeld78 years 8 months ago
StoryAll's Well that Ends Well luigi_pagano68 years 8 months ago
StoryDreaming the Fake News Country Blues Video hudsonmoon38 years 8 months ago
StoryOur Feet Don't Run hudsonmoon198 years 8 months ago
StoryA Fake News Report hudsonmoon48 years 9 months ago
StoryWindow alexwritings68 years 9 months ago
StoryThe future of wit is in wifi alexwritings48 years 9 months ago
StoryEdinburgh Buses alexwritings158 years 9 months ago
StoryRetirement Options for Tube Trains: #3, Isle of Wight alexwritings08 years 9 months ago
StoryThese Feet Don't Run Video hudsonmoon68 years 9 months ago
StoryBruce's Uprising Cilla Shiels18 years 9 months ago
StoryTroodos luigi_pagano88 years 9 months ago
StoryIntrovert psizan38 years 9 months ago
StoryHEADY moonphish18 years 9 months ago
StoryYou Were There mcscraic58 years 9 months ago
StoryHilda and George Judygee158 years 9 months ago
StoryGrowing Old Is Such A Bitch skinner_jennifer108 years 9 months ago
StoryFernundaling catherine poarch108 years 9 months ago
StoryThe look Pingles28 years 9 months ago

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Life and Death Under the Hudson

I didn’t know a wall could move that fast. One moment I’m riding along on my bicycle. The next moment my nine-year-old body is hitting the pavement;...
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The Sloucher - A Craven Danger Mystery

“Hey, Mr. Danger. Please! I need you to save me!” Little Joey Gains scooted under Craven Danger’s desk, locking himself in the fetal position. “Save...
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Craven Gets Bugged - A Craven Danger Mystery

“How can I help you?” said Craven Danger. The gentleman sitting across from Craven, squirmed in his seat and spat a dirty word across the desk. “...
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At the Butcher Shop - A Craven Danger Mystery

“You sure you didn’t have your thumb on that scale when you were doing the weighing?” said Craven. “Because that pound a baloney is looking an awful...
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A Rambling Remembrance

It’s 1959. I’m five years old. My brother is four. My grandmother and her friend are doily-on-the-furniture old. We live on the fourth floor of a...

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