Smoke out revised

It was a warm, dark night. The guys outside the building were all excited and expectant for the waited event to take place. You see, every once in a while, meaning once every couple of[…]

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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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I'm not a stereotype

I’m Not A Stereotype by Maya Hatashita as told to BrettJ© 2010 Author’s Note: I am not the of the story, although readers, isn’t he one lucky S.O.B? I very nearly blew the opportunity of[…]

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