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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The crush pt. 2

The Crush pt 2 That next day at school Mr. Jenson wasn’t there. I panicked a bit as I walked into the classroom seeing some old man in a faded brown suit. I wondered if[…]

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Silent romance

He had seen her before. Where? At a park, that's where it was. How could he forget her long wavy brown hair and slender frame. She had been at her nephew's eighth birthday party. He[…]

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