Mixed metaphors xii

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

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Formula 21b

When Jim went through his new apartment, he found several boxes left by the previous residents. He shook his head, knowing that they only represented even more work. As if moving all of his belongings[…]

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The kid

Jake was always an awkward kid. In his late teens, he was skinny, pale, and average looking – not really the kind of guy that girls flocked to. His only semi-redeeming quality is a girthy[…]

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The ladder to success

One day, Harry came upon a big, long ladder that stretched into the clouds. He'd walked this way every day and this ladder was never there before. Curious and brave, he began to climb. Eventually,[…]

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Rhoda

Rhoda is a long time friend and neighbor. I've known her and her husband and her daughter Sharon for more than twenty years. They moved into my neighborhood when I was around seven years old.[…]

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Move in day

Laura entering into her apartment looking at all the boxes scattered around that need to be unpacked. Laura just moved to Dallas from west Texas to become the early morning meteorolgist. Eagar for a shower[…]

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