Grassy Ever After
/Based on a true story.
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...he never smoked it, Harry Musterman loved grass; the other kind—the monocotyledon herbaceous plants whose seeds were...
By CraigE
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Based on a true story.
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...he never smoked it, Harry Musterman loved grass; the other kind—the monocotyledon herbaceous plants whose seeds were...
By CraigE
Read More... beside him, Lauren looked on too. Billy whizzed along. The eight year old peddled frantically, laughing in delight. The grey clouds loomed over-head. It would be raining soon, by the look...
By Chris Platt
Read More... an iron over his sleek, dark Calvin Klien shirt—acoustic pop/rock played on the radio, strumming guitars over lyrics through the speakers. Nolan shook out his shirt, pushed his arms through the ...
By Andy Cooper
Read More... word broke the world seemed to stop for a moment. In Raymond’s office the news went round. People stared at each other in shocked silence. Was this a hoax? His colleagues searched on their mobile phones, checking news websites, called their friends ...
By Chris Platt
Read More...knocking at the door was an urgent banging. Carl peaked out the window and saw the police cars parked out front. How should he answer? Thank goodness you are here? About time? I’m glad you...
By Chris Platt
Read More...it in him this early autumn
to turn in his two-week notice
and file court papers to end
his ten-year marriage with...
By Andy Cooper
Read More...can’t sell cow’s milk, then there’s nothing much he can do. Because he is paralysed from waist down, his son tends the cows and sells milk at the bazaar for him. Sweet treats are made from...
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read More…rolled over in bed, pain wracking his body. He opened his eyes and looked around. Hurting, aching all over, unsure of where he…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDifferent ways of telling a...
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...with putting down new shavings, translating the exercise to changing the zebra’s stall bed sheets, Poppa headed back perky, approaching the cottage, “I left the door open; you can go in and out whenever...
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreA little tale about a..
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Suzanna Medevitch lived at a big house in the snow-slammed city of Fairbanks, Alaska. She was a filthy rich, mean old bag, age...
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