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Izzy’s Revenge
“Please turn it up so loud that I can’t hear my life!” Billie Joe was still facing forward to the bar, a shot of Jameson in wait. The juke box was behind him. There was no one in particular he was...
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Short Fiction: Lovesick
I know five years from now people are going to ask me how I felt. It’s strange, but in a good way, I think. It feels like tiny mice running around in my stomach. Some would say butterflies, but no,...
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Short Fiction: Presenting Open Mic Night
I start off my set with my line about how I’m thirty-nine percent German. Nothing. Next, I go into my bit on how I would like to live in Vietnam because I feel like I’ve seen enough movies and I like...
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Fiction: Sixty-Five Wall Street (Volume 1)
“Whether chosen or picked, each day is an opportunity.” – Mr. Rockford VOLUME I Chapter 1 The Waiting Room with Jessica Biel CLAIRE So, it’s like, are you fucking kidding me? I work in Midtown,...
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Fiction: Sixty-Five Wall Street (Volume 2)
VOLUME II Disclaimer Many chronicles of addiction feed the reader dark tales of the active addict quickly followed with a delightful account of life “on the other side” filled with tulips and peace of...
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Fiction: Sixty-Five Wall Street (Volume 3)
VOLUME III (the final volume) Session I Mr. Rockford What is normal? Everyone has their own set of problems to worry about, finding the correct way to address this is why we are here today. On the...
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Short Fiction: Suicide Squeeze (Part II of III)
‘Suicide Squeeze’ is fun for the whole family. A blog novella created with one part ‘Point Break’, two parts, ‘The Fan’ and a dash of ‘Corporate Porn.’ 3rd Inning Jim Johanson, Jimmy, was pacing on...
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Short Fiction: Suicide Squeeze (Part III of III)
‘Suicide Squeeze’ is fun for the whole family. A blog novella created with one part ‘Point Break’, two parts, ‘The Fan’ and a dash of ‘Corporate Porn.’ 7th Inning Mickey was now the lead off...
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Short Fiction: Open Door Policy
Maybe it’s because I drink Red Bull, maybe because I’m the newest member of the team. I’m not sure the reason, but I know I’m not one of them. Maybe, this is initiation. They stand around the Phaser...
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Short Story: Dopeman
My mentor always told me this was going to happen. Why do you want to deal anyway? This is the stressful side of the business. Users, now that’s the rush, the relaxation. Staring at a gun in my...
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Short Story: Casting Call
Jesse is from the Midwest, his hobbies include jumping and collecting sombreros. What a fucking idiot. A pile of Jesse-type resumes and head shots lay in front of me. A pile of want to be reality...
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The Queen
Sasha was 25 when she finally confronted her mother. Mom, mom – just tell me, was I adopted? Who is my father! You weren’t adopted. Sasha’s mother goes to the bathroom. When she comes back she sits...
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Tech Junkie
Tonight was different. Every other night was the same, me, working late in an old office building in the sketchy side of Cleveland. I work for New Dreams Accounting, a software company that goes by...
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Stories I Shouldn’t Tell: JAIL BAIT
I caught him with my sight (corner of my eye), but it’s always too late. The tire iron he waved hit me in the side of the head. Luckily I woke from the nightmare shortly after… This has been my whole...
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Short Fiction: Open Door Policy
Maybe it’s because I drink Red Bull, maybe because I’m the newest member of the team. I’m not sure the reason, but I know I’m not one of them. Maybe, this is initiation. They stand around the Phaser...
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[Fiction] Another Quiet Evening At Home, Part II
Knock, Knock Five beers later the cops are finally at the door. I say nothing, open the door and they walk in. There are two of them, wearing blue uniforms with guns and mustaches. They’re cops. The...
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[Fiction] Another Quiet Evening At Home, Part III
I’m working on a song about lost love, but bigger. Having trouble concentrating because Weekend At Bernies is on my mind, those bastards. Knock, Knock Sherri is back, she brought over a quart of vodka,...
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A Miracle On Rivington Street
Happy Holidays everyone! Here’s some updated fiction to get you in the holiday spirit! The only thing colder than the weather outside is the Bud Light I’m drinking. You could say the same for the last...
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White Christmas
Short Story Updated; Originally Published as Part of My Collection, Emotionless Souls Uncle Jay took the last of my coke. Alright I said it, still doesn’t help me. Now how will I get through this...
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The Mugging, a short story
His breath smelled of fried rice and Budweiser, definitely not Bud Light, it was Budweiser. With his beer rice breath on my neck I could only look down and that’s when I knew I was fucked. The guy was...
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