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I awoke to the low hum of the furnace keeping the room at a temperature that lulled me to continue my lethargic habits. But there was a reason I...
"What time is it, Mister Wolf?" shouted the children. I wasn't playing. I'm not into chasing children. Things like that lands one in jail. Nor was...
I probably shouldn't worry, but doubt pecked at my brain and I opened the closet and grabbed my suitcase. I tossed it on the bed and grabbed some important...
Zoe, my six year old daughter, handed me an invitation. It had the perforated stubs still on it with an "Extreme Bowling" logo. There were a lot of...
"Excuse me, sir, what do you intend to do with that?"I looked up to see an attractive lady in a demure but form fitting outfit. Her smile was unique...
There was a movie, I forget the title, that suggested barefoot, carpet walking making fists with your toes. On my carpet, however, one would risk trawling...
Clara Kellen was tragically ordinary. She grew up in an average town, in a small neighbourhood, with a family that cherished and nurtured her. She went...
Sea voyages are touted to be these raucous adventures filled with swashbuckling and romance. But let me assure you, it's mostly toil, bad teeth and...
I settled in for a coffee at the cafe around the corner. They had free wifi and I was thankful for coffee shops willing to do anything to get my business...
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