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Much appreciated, Gary! Thank you for reading!
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I dub thee Sir Weinerdog, Master of Quips.
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Aggie working at the age of ten is more of a memory callback for me. I started working for Dad at a grocery store meat department when I was around eight years old. Granted, it was weekends, and I was mostly putting tags on packages and stocking prepackaged goods, but it became a constant as to who I am as a person (work ethic, passionate about labor laws). Auggie, as a nickname, did come to mind. But the AUG assault rifle did as well. Aggie seemed like a comfortable nickname in replacement. It was lovely revisiting this short piece, as it strongly resembles my current working environment. Always appreciate your comments, Bill 💜
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The longsword fell from his grip. Before it hit the dirt, the opposing steel point threatened his neck. It meant nothing, yet everything. He lost. “Again,” his foe ordered. Literally and figuratively in many a ways, he thought. Time and time again, I fail. At what point will I succeed? At what end— he backed away, eyeing the sharpness once more— will I meet my own? He sighed, rose, and collected his bulky weapon. It seemed childish. A grown man without the strength to wield the a
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Destined for knighthood, Jermyn struggled. He did not possess his father's strength. To prove himself, he embarks on an impossible and foolish quest to slay a dragon.
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“We’re going to the fair! We’re going to the fair!” The twins chanted endlessly in the backseat as Danny drove to the abandoned mall. “Boys,” Peter cooed. The lithe man turned in the passenger seat. “We know we’re going to the fair. There’s no need to blow out your uncle’s eardrums.” “But we’re excited,” Ken whined. “Yeah, we’re excited!” Ben agreed. “We can tell.” Danny spun the wheel gently. “First thing we do when we get there– funnel cake!” As the boys cheered, Pete
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A selfless act. Thanks for reading, Chris!! 💜
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Only a Monster Would...
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Always a pleasure to see your comments, Centex. Thanks for reading! 💜 -
“Well, hello there.” In front of a glowing fireplace, two upholstered chairs sat empty. A man entered an elegant and luxurious den. With lavish garbs, he appeared to be a polished and class gentleman. He took a seat in one of the chairs and crossed his legs. “You might be wondering who I am and why you’re here. I certainly asked the same when I happened into this place many years ago. Since then, I’ve wandered the halls and explored the rooms. Marvelous place, I must say. Oh, how rude
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Ooop, should've stuck with the original title "Deeper Desire," but I didn't go with the romance route. Silly me. Thanks for reading, Thirdly!! 💜
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It's a breath of fresh air after posting a lot of despair and gloomy darkness. Let's see if I can keep it up, or if I fall back in a hole. Pesky creative moodswings.
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This was so much fun to write! Thanks for reading, Chris!! 💜
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Only a Monster Would...
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The shoe has now become a make-shift flower pot. Growing a cactus. His name is Jim. -
Riding alongside his father, Harlow of Ashworthe bit his cheek as the lines faced each other. The two kings from neighboring lands agreed to meet, but neither wished to play guest in the other’s castle. Instead, the open field dividing their kingdoms was chosen. Guarded by a knight and scribe, the leaders met. Being his father’s most-trusted advisor and scribe, he accompanied Sir Gaervis to the treaty signing. Across from them stood the Elmere king and company. Their king’s advisor, adorne
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Death Comes. Wait. I Misspelled That.
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Thanatos isn't often mentioned when Greek mytho is brought up, so I'm happy to give him a little bit of light. 💜 -
Only a Monster Would...
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Ha! Jokes on you. I'm now the proud owner of half-a-pair of shoes. -
Bah, science. My worst enemy. Perks of being an author. I can just-- oh, hey. Look. A shark-man with a lightsaber in the shape of a flail. He better be careful with that... The question now is whether the agent is working for the government or Oceanic Organization. Or both.
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This diary/journal format has really grown on me. It leaves a lot for the reader's imagination, and I'm here for it! Happy you enjoyed the read, Northie!! 💜
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Walking home from work one evening, Judd jammed out to the music in his headphones. Readjusting the band, he grumbled and unraveled the tie holding his hair up. Feeling the light strands brush against his bare shoulders was freeing. With the music playing in his ears once more, he danced across the cracked sidewalks in the dead of night. Illuminated windows revealed the occasional person giggling at him. He understood. In high school, he was a dorky nerd; his moves probably hadn’t changed
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Thank you so much for reading, Chris!!
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Probably a lot of flipper switches. I will see myself out.
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Can't say I've had the displeasure of having a deer-related accident. However, I do have nightmares of all the hunters coming to my dad's grocery store meat department wanting their deer grinded into sausage. You know, still in unwashed camouflage hunting garments with silly red splotches and splats on 'em.
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He's just leaving cute notes for his boyfriend. Super cute and totally harmless.
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Marriage of a Lifetime!
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Whoops, sorry, was having too much fun in my dog mansion. Must've missed this one! Better than chicken noodle soup. Because. You know. -
Through the snow, the grizzly bear trotted. He was satisfied. He would be full. Holding a leg within his maw, he dragged the carcass, careless if a trail of blood smears stained nature’s powder. At the cave called home, he shamelessly dropped the fawn’s body atop the other he claimed earlier. It was a suitable meal, but he would require more to survive the winter. The snow acted fearsome, as of late. The bear worried if he’d find more treasured meat in the coming weeks. Most of the creatur
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