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Dandelions

Dandelions

Dandelions Kurt sat cold at the end of his driveway, a bowl of sugary offerings for the children settled in his lap. He treasured Halloween, but the festivity was winding down. Night had completely fallen. Most of the children and parents had come and gone. Parents with children dressed as pirates and superheroes and princesses, […]

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams I’m intrigued by certain correlations. Sometimes I’m struck by bits of information and try to fit them together like pieces of a puzzle. The human puzzle, I guess you could (pretentiously) say. One of these bits is the obsession with the Cadillac Escalade. Heck, I probably shouldn’t care. There’s better things to think […]

The Gamble

The Gamble

The Gamble Fitzi went all in on four Queens/8 high. Jimmy beat him with a straight flush of hearts. He raked Fitzi’s chips into his pile. “You buying back in?” Jimmy asked. Jimmy had all the luck. It confounded Fitzi because Jimmy didn’t appear to be much of a man of God. He didn’t even […]

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat There’s an online petition to stop lab-grown meat from being served in schools. When I heard about it, I needed to know more. The petition lists reasons why serving lab-grown meat in schools is a bad idea. These reasons are kind of boring, so I scrolled down to where people have posted videos […]

Fingernails

Fingernails

Fingernails Sometimes, when I cross the line to Indiana, I stop at Howie’s truck stop diner for a pork tenderloin sandwich. See, I was born and raised in Indiana. Now I live just across the state line. But, because I’m a Hoosier by birth, when I go over to Indiana and pass by Howie’s, I […]

Author: mrobins71

Smell the Roses
poetic ramblings, poetry

Smell the Roses

Smell the Roses i stop to smell the roses i always stop to smell the roses i do nothing ever … Continue reading Smell the Roses

Bad Sport
fables, stories

Bad Sport

Bad Sport He was a last minute replacement. He needed the money so he accepted the fight on 3 days … Continue reading Bad Sport

Selfless
poetic ramblings, poetry

Selfless

Selfless the infant lacking the skills of language can’t possess an internal dialogue an internal communication that allows it to … Continue reading Selfless

Hole
fables, stories

Hole

Hole He unfolded the musty map. “You can see this?” the father asked. “Of course I can see it,” she … Continue reading Hole

Car Radio
bullshit, mostly true stories, nonsense

Car Radio

Car Radio My car radio is always on. Sometimes I turn the volume all the way down, but I never … Continue reading Car Radio

Big K
mostly true stories, stories

Big K

Big K I wonder about Big K sometimes. Big K is Kevin. He’s from China. I work with him. Big … Continue reading Big K

Daddy
bullshit, mostly true stories, nonsense

Daddy

Daddy When I take my breaks I sit with my computer and sometimes write or edit shit like this. There’s … Continue reading Daddy

Bathrooms
fictional stories, stories

Bathrooms

Bathrooms It feels like I’ve been in this place for eternity. Yet, all I know of this place is its … Continue reading Bathrooms

The Talking Sycamore
stories

The Talking Sycamore

The Talking Sycamore Minus knew all the tales of talking trees, so he left his house to take a walk … Continue reading The Talking Sycamore

In the Big Leagues
poetic ramblings, poetry

In the Big Leagues

In the Big Leagues i got called up to the big leagues but i never made it in the big … Continue reading In the Big Leagues

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