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So, I know I've been offline for quite a while now, but have no fear. I'm back. Below is a short story I wrote recently. Hope you enjoy it.

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It was huge. Much bigger than I’d imagined. I mean, I knew it would be scary, but nothing like this had ever crossed my mind. I stepped off the bus and took a deep breath. Shrugging on my backpack and grabbing my two other bags from the driver, I moved towards the small group of people standing on the corner. Biting my lower lip, I stood on the outskirts of the group and quickly swept my eyes in

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The suspense was killing me. Well, ok. The razor sharp dagger had the actual pleasure, but still, I hated waiting. The question that kept coming to my mind was, “How did I get myself into this mess?” and the answer was simple. A woman.I thought back to what started it all. It was a nice day. A pleasant day, even. The sun was full in the bright blue sky. Wispy clouds floated by randomly as though

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“Are you sure?”He nodded.“Really, really sure? No way there’s a mistake?”His cold fingers patted the back of my hand. “I’m sorry. There’s no mistake.” With his head down, he left the room.Slowly, I got up from the examining table. I grabbed my shirt and put it on. Damn, inside out. I tried again. This time my arms got stuck in the sleeves. The flood gates opened.Falling into the closest chair,

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Chapter 3As director of the board of Chicago’s third largest bank, Samantha “Sam” Worthington finished this month’s meeting. The nine other board members all convened around the coffee urn to finish their conversations about basketball and the weather while Sam went directly to her office on the 25th floor of the Worthington building. It was only when she closed the double French styled wood

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I just wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who has been reading my blog. I hope you're enjoying the stories. So far, I've been featured three times on the Writer's League of Texas blog page for my short stories (all posted here). That's been very exciting. So, keep checking back as I'll continue to post short stories and chapters from my book. Also, feel free to leave comments after any one

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Chapter 2Sitting at his desk, jamming out to his favorite album from U2 on his iPod, Billy was researching Celtic art from the 1500s. One of the things he loved most about being Reilly’s assistant was the chance to do some of the research she didn’t have time to do herself. He loved finding out about ancient artifacts and art.It was almost like being there, he thought, I get to look into the past

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One tile. That’s all that he put down. Just one tile and I wanted to wring his little neck.“How on earth did you just get 27 points?”He just smiled.“Fine,” I said, “that’s how you want to play it? Bring it on, buster.”Looking at my tiles, I began to panic. Four a’s, an x, and two p’s. What on earth was I going to do. He was already beating me and I did not intend to lose.He smiled again. More of

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Thanks to the prompt from the Writer's League of Texas, here's this week's story.It did not turn out the way I thought it would.Being single, in my late 30s and knowing that crazy statistic about lightening, I decided to try online dating. I thought for sure I’d find someone interesting. And, as a matter of a fact, I did.We started sending emails back and forth and he seemed like such a great guy

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As a writer, not yet published, I needed a place to showcase some of my work. That's what this blog is about. Sometimes I'll write about myself or what's going on in my life, but mostly, it'll be a place where you can come to read some fun short stories and/or a chapter from my book. Please feel free to leave comments and I welcome good feedback about my writing. Also, I'm trying to get my first

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Quickly, I jab with the left and punch him squarely in the shoulder. He counters, but he’s not strong enough, I throw a one-two punch and stun him into silence. Just as his hand comes up to connect with my jaw, my fists fly into a flurry of punches and jabs and suddenly – his head pops off.I am “The Red Rocket”.My opponent, The Blue Bomber, otherwise known as my sister, sits defeated. She knows

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The Writer's League of Texas has once again chosen one of my short stories. I've linked to the webpage (it's also a blog for the WLT) and have copied the story here. The premise of these stories is that WLT gives a writing prompt (the first sentence or concept) and writers go from there. In this week's story, the first two sentences were given. Enjoy:Alma wanted nothing more than to tell him how

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