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The Traveler’s Journey
*I am pleased to share the first part of a short story series from my dear friend, Brittany N. Gathing. Check out her website, follow her on twitter and enjoy the story. The Traveler’s Journey part one by Brittany N. Gathing “Let the celebration commence,” the chief called out for everyone in a three-span radius to hear. The drumming started, and as he began to dance, he made his way to me. Read more…
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Enigma III: The Riddler
*Disclaimer II. Fan Fiction. The following is inspired by the true story of a fictional character. I didn’t make him up. Someone else did. I just put twenties on it.* Read part I, part II He had something better than money. Greener, too. No need to open the booth tonight, waste a good riddle on an unappreciative, snot-nosed kid in need of love from a cotton stuffed animal because daddy was too drunk or rich to show them affection. No. No. These will not go to waste. The Joker at the carnival last night was an anomaly. Read more…
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Enigma II: The Monster
*Fan Fiction* Read part I “Riddle Man, Riddle Man, Riddle Man,” young Edward repeated to himself during his long walk home. Now made longer with the fresh scrape to his leg, thanks to Jimbo and the other guy. He didn’t catch his name, he would’ve bet his booth it was Skeeter or something. They didn’t trash his stand, didn’t take his money, didn’t kill him, not for lack of trying. The clown boss offered him a job instead. The Joker was a bad guy, that much he did know. Read more…
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Enigma
*Disclaimer. This is fan fiction. This is not my world. I’m just showing my guy some love. My favorite bad guy. P.S.-Don’t sue me, I’m broke.* “What do you throw away that keeps returning?” The young woman read the question on the digital whiteboard. “Hmm. What do you throw away…” She repeated the question as she ran her fingers through her short hair. “Clock’s ticking, lady,” the kid said from behind a booth, on a stool, under the board. Read more…
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Fanatic
*Beep *Beep “Oh, my God. Come on,” he yelled at the station wagon driving the speed limit. When the old car moved out of the lane, the old driver gave him the finger as he sped past her. He apologized to the elderly lady with a wave, but laughed at her insult and continued on his way; bullying cars, switching lanes with no signal, swerving, speeding… Where’s a cop when you need one? The lights were generous to him. Green, green, green, up the street and he had to be going twenty over the limit. Read more…
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The Fluff King
-here’s a fun story I did back in 2014 (in one sitting) for my friend’s daughter. Enjoy 🙂 Brielle was dreaming of Unicorns, Pancakes, and Pink Spaceships when her mother’s holler pulled her into reality. It was morning and time for breakfast. The six-year-old was usually a storm of energy but this particular morning, she towed herself out of bed and down the steps toward the dining room table. Her teddy bear, Fluff King, tagged along as always. Read more…
Short Stories
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