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The North Pole Syndrome

[An oldie, but one of my favorites.]   Heartless. Dickish. Mean. A scrooge. Yes, I know what the kids at school sometimes call me. I love Christmas, I love Jesus Christ, I love family and the holiday season. “Timothy, I’m … Continue reading

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Monster Under the Bed

The monster under Timmy’s bed nibbles on toes; it feeds on nightmares. Limping, sore, feet scarred, Timmy shuffles into mother’s room,  scissors shaking. The monster will eat well tonight

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The Science of Luck

Being a writer, you learn the true secret to success: luck.  Hard work breaks you even and timing gives you a head start, but to be a bestseller you find luck and cultivate it.  Hoard it  Even write an ebook … Continue reading

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Chicken

His shotgun shaking, the farmer found the fox already dead in the henhouse. The roosters looked up from their bloody delight, ready for more. Never bring a gun to a cockfight.

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The Stork

The Stork liked to be well fed before he delivered.  He sopped up the last of the biscuit and gravy, fingernails slightly scraping the bottom of the plate. “Mmm, good stuff.” The couple smiled back, the husband uneasily, the wife … Continue reading

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Nightmare

Why won’t he tell me the word?     My son Jose lies in bed, a ghost in stretched white skin, flanked by pills and equipment that don’t even provide the comfort of false hope.  Cancer is killing his body but … Continue reading

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The Cleansing

“You stupid girl.” Ella’s grandmother hobbled about the cabin, searching, moving from shelf to shelf, jar to jar, suddenly looking haggard, creaky, a witch at dusk. At a distance, Ella stood. Uneasy.  Ashamed. Grandmother scurried back and met her nose-to-nose, … Continue reading

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