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My stories

The Sand Bridge

By shoebox on Sun, 04 Feb 2007

“Let’s go,” said Sherri. “I’m almost finished,” Dan said. “See my bridge?” Sherri and Dan had been playing in the sand about two hours. “Mom wants us home. Soon.”
Children's
Story
Certificate U

For Haunted Eons

By shoebox on Sun, 04 Feb 2007

He stood facing the sea in silence. There was no one around to talk to or to listen to. He’d been working a lot and was tired. He needed a hot meal but it’d have to be a while yet.
Other Fiction
Certificate U

Poor Daddy

By shoebox on Mon, 29 Jan 2007

"I don't see why I had to come along," whined Charlotte. "Cause you're family, honey," Carl answered gently.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

Maybe To Pittsburgh This Time

By shoebox on Sun, 21 Jan 2007

"Scotty," the boy screamed a bit late. The shiny, dark blue sedan that hit Scotty did not stop. The charcoal-gray terrier lay in a lifeless heap near...
Children's
Story
Certificate U

Daddy, Can You Hear Me?

By shoebox on Fri, 19 Jan 2007

"Daddy!" Jonathan yelled. Morris Windom, a widower nearing middle age, cocked his head to be sure he heard right. He guessed the boys were fighting again.
Horror
Story
Certificate 15

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