Good Old Bobby

Good Old Bobby

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Good old Bobby was usually a happy drunk, but every once in a while, he’d get all salty about one thing or another. Then it was a whole new ball of wax, especially if he got his dander up about something and…

Uncle Frank, the Boxer

Uncle Frank, the Boxer

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My uncle Frank was quite the character. He wasn’t too nice to look at, but boy, did he have stories galore. Us kids loved to sit at his feet whenever we all gathered at Grandma’s house to listen to him talk. It…

Old Habits Never Die

Old Habits Never Die

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Janice gritted her teeth as her husband continued with his annoying habit of sucking on his teeth. Her head tilted to the side as she tried not to cringe at the sound for the thousandth time. ‘My god!’ she thought to herself,…

Like a Moth…

Like a Moth…

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He had always felt drawn to her, a pulling that he couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame. He loved her hair, it was like silk under his fingers. He could spend hours running his fingers or a brush through her…

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…