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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Psyche

I was barely surviving when I turned thirteen. I was nothing and no one, a street rat with no home or family. With puberty came power, only not like others. I could move things with[…]

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Good son

A little over a year ago, my father was in a terrible car accident. Although he survived, the care he needed was far beyond our ability to deliver. It was a hard decision for my[…]

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Phoenix ch 14

“God, just look at that!” Tanya exclaimed as she stared at the Tri-d. Her darling little daughter was lying in the middle of the street, gunned down by that psycho who had been chasing her[…]

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My first boyfriend 8

Dinner was ready when we got downstairs. It was almost seven o’clock when we were finished eating and the dishes were cleared. For that time of year there was probably less than an hour of[…]

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