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Really?? (Microfiction)

"Sonya, Sonya!" Margaret whispered. "Whaaatt!" Margaret said in an exaggerated tone. "She cutting that cake with a butter knife!" Margaret slowly shook her head in shame "Its like she learned nothing." Welcome to week 170 of Three Line Tales! A... Continue Reading →

"I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight" The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a... Continue Reading →

Quiet Storm (Journal)

When I was younger, on Sunday afternoons, my mother and I would go for drives. We'd get into her Camry LE and we'd drive for hours, listening to Quiet Storm on the radio. Those were the best times. My mother... Continue Reading →

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