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Cold and Ancient

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Washington was a sight to behold. The State that is. Escaping the abhorrent inferno of Texas summer to the crisp-cool weather, overcast skies, lush forests, imposing mountains, and the scenic Pacific coast was an axiomatic improvement for my soul. My eclectic and eccentric uncle (rest in peace) had always been a favorite of mine and I always loved when we would embark on family vacations to visit him in the magical northwest. Naturally upon his passing I was grieved and simultaneously taken aback at the news that he had left a portion of his estate to me in his will.

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Enthusiasm

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At the southern end of the village, where the river widened, there was a cove.  The cove’s water was deep and made for an excellent natural harbor.  The gentle hills that surrounded the cove sheltered it on three sides.   A series of wharves jutted into the river along a narrow beach.  Docked at the wharves were boats of every size and shape. Piles of crates, large pots, and bundles lined the wharves. Men were off-loading goods from boats, and men were loading goods onto boats.

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Get Me Outta Here

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Don Young was a petty thief. He focused on robbing any place that looked easy like quickie marts and mom and pop stores. His wife, Karen, was constantly nagging him to change his life. “Get out of the robbing business Don. What you’re doing is wrong.  I don’t want to be married to a thief.”

“Karen, what else can I do? I don’t have any skills. I don’t have a high school diploma. What do you want me to do?”

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The Tube

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Chris did not like underground trains. He would plan his day meticulously to avoid using them. His whole life was taken up planning his journeys using buses, trains, taxis, foot, or even a combination of all four.

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The Stones

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I watched a small family move into the house across the street a few months back. We learnt they were called the Stones. They did not relate with the neighbors and seemed to love the dark, and the solitude of their house. We thought that to be weird and tried to engage them in conversations, but they looked at us like we were the walking dead. With time, we all learnt to live without disturbing them. They had the right to live their lives the way they wanted, as long as they did not break any laws.

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Grey's Anatomy

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“Is this your first time in there?” The older Felgrey (female Grey) “registered” to her younger Felgrey companion floating in the adjoining Personal Dimensional Transport Easement. “Yes, it is. My time has come” the young Felgrey responded.

“Well, good 12trivatious74 trying to adjust to it, because I never did.” The older Felgrey modified her registrative level from “Actpont47” to “Actpont3” while simultaneously registering an “expresensation X32776” to maintain a sense of privacy.

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Shit for Brains

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Angelo Pinterano was a seventeen year old living in Elmhurst, New York at the beginning of the 1970‘s. He quit high school and was working as an apprentice furniture slipcover maker. “This is a good future for a boy like you Angie,” his boss Mr. Kopelstein assured him. Angie silently replied, but with a faux smile as he stitched a beaded lavender laced sofa cover.

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The Jailbird's Song

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From: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it

 

To: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it

 

Re: Reduced Sentence for Murder

 

Dear Neal,

 

Thank you for taking the time to work with the police recently.

 

Before I begin, I need to make it clear this message will auto delete 5 minutes from opening or if you attempt to save it. So read carefully.

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Blue Moon Diner

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The soapy water slowly dripped off the square black plate. I watched the tiny lemon-scented bubbles pop and burst down the twirling patterns of ceramic, before I wiped the plate clean with a towel.

I looked up and out the thin dirty window, watching the heavy rain pummel the road. It’s falling so hard, the water is almost bouncing back up to the murky sky above.

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The Scientist

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I slouch in my chair, staring at the man seated in front of me as he eases back to consciousness. He groans softly, probably absorbing the full effect of a massive headache caused by my reliable Taser an hour ago. I say reliable because it made my task a thousand times easier. I had lured the man—who was jogging at the time—to the back of my minivan, asking for assistance in carrying a heavy box. Gosh, men are just so simple. They’ll help any woman with a pretty face. After I stunned him with the Taser, he collapsed in the back of my minivan before he had a chance to lift the box and realize it was empty.

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