Painting Grandpa

Painting Grandpa

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Sally knew that red and blue were primary colors. Her teacher thought she didn’t, but she absolutely did. Sally started to get frustrated with how many times her teacher repeated the same things over and over. Did she think they were idiots,…

The Mower (Short Story)

The Mower (Short Story)

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“Excuses? You never have nothing but more pathetic fucking excuses!” His voice was rough, slurring from the alcohol, even though it was only one in the afternoon. Bobby backed from the room, heading for the shed where they kept the mower. He…

The Best Idea (Short Story)

The Best Idea (Short Story)

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“And why am I never told what occurs in my house?” Kyla demanded in a loud voice. She stomped across the hardwood floors, feeling ridiculous in her form fitted suit and stiletto heels. It was absurd that a professional woman should have…