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Spaceman, a short short story
“I’ve never seen anything like this before”, Billy expertly spits dip-slop at a fly, knocking it down. “Looks all wrong”, he continues, poking at the thing they found with a dirty boot. He does not always spit accurately, and his shoes and clothing are stained as evidence. “Looks like a picture my sister’s kid once…
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Intersection, a short short story
The intersection of Murray and Moore streets is a choke point. On each of its four corners, there are popular businesses. On the northeast corner, there is a Chick-fil-A, and as you look clockwise, there is a Seven-brew, a Walmart neighborhood market, and a large liquor store on the other corners. The roads are extra…
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Happiness, my 2 cents
Happiness is a state of mind, a prevailing feeling that all is well, and a foundation for mindfulness. Everybody I know wants to be happy. We are born with instinctive needs. The need for food, shelter, and companionship is innate because it is essential for the body’s survival. Our minds are something else altogether! Our…
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The good old days, my two cents
Tonight, my head is filled with images from my past. I see my young self, tanned so dark that other kids asked if I was Indian. I had thick, curly hair. I wore black-rimmed glasses with one arm taped on with masking tape. The tape was a light cream color. I used a marker and…