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 It was a typical cold and wintry day in Detroit when I awoke at 3:55am to take off to work VIA a public bus to the radio station I work with. WRQ 700 AM, of Detroit was trying to keep the ears by the radio and the eyes away from the TV with our music made in the fifties and the early sixties. I would start the day at 5:45am going through the program plan which was a usual rundown of what was expected. Every Saturday would be a test from The United States Civil Defense System, or ot...

I wake up again in the middle of the night in a cold sweat from the same nightmare that I have been having since my mother met this mean, ugly, disgusting, dope addict of a boyfriend.

He is rude to her, and hardly ever say a word to me. He looks at me like I am the reason he can’t totally dominate my mother like he would like. When he does speak to me it’s in one word phrases like nope and yep.

He don’t work, but he seems to always have money, I would see him cou...

It is five-thirty in the morning and I am up getting ready for work when I hear a commotion next door at my friends Don and Mary’s house. I walk over to the window and look out to see if I can see anything going on and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight I saw. There were at least five armed men standing in the front yard and others inside, just then there was a loud pop and then another that sounded like gunfire then two others came out and joined the five in the ya...

Traffic Soup

“My Mom says to never boil rolled oats with meat, especially pork” I told Sister Angelique. “She said it's not good for the stomach”

“Bah, what does your Mom know? She don't know how to cook. Look how skinny you are” Sister Angelique said to me in disgust brushing away my words like they were flies buzzing around her face. I watched as she dumped a few big handfuls of rolled oats into the gia...

Its three o’clock in the morning and me and three other friends are on our way to our favorite casino in Oklahoma City.

My Name is Bryan and I am sitting behind the driver whose name is Marcus, and to my right is Don, in front of him is Calvin.

Just Marcus and I are awake, Don and Calvin are like babies, and they go to sleep anytime a car travels more than twenty miles.

“Hey Marcus,” I said. “How muc...

There's been some talk in the forum about story ideas, ones we'd love to write but won't or ones we want to see what other people's takes are.  Anyway, this is the latter and is my attempt at the shoot a child/let a plane blow up dilema I proposed.

I hope you like it and some of you write your own version.

Jason's Story

           “It’s quite simple, Jason,” Wal...

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, here is an old one from the archive.....

O'Leary the Leprechaun needed a drink. He was the only Leprechaun in town who didn't have a pot full of gold, and he was sick and tired of being ridiculed for it.  So he combed his neat red beard, put on his green top hat, and sauntered down the road to his favorite watering hole, The Olde S...

Quick author's ramble - sorry I've not been about much, I will read what I can as soon as I can. Anyway, I've been applying Project 52 to my writing and I have 60,000 or so words. I know its cheating not to post before I've finished but my ego wants to know the damn thing holds together before I take the risk.

Anyway, here's a related piece to my P-52 tale that may well end up in the final edit, albeit in a slightly different form.

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I can hardly breathe, there is no room here in this total insanity.

THE DARKNESS IS SOFFOCATING AND THE CRIES OF DESPAIR

FILL THE AIR. Time has come to a screeching halt and the smell of death haunts every living creature that remains.

I hear others praying in the distance while others simply scream in agony. There are those who are trapped and others who are too injured to help themselves. I seem to be literally uninjured, except for a terrible hea...

It was past two in the morning of the 12th of January in 2004, just two weeks past my exit out of the United States Army. I had went to bed without too many cares in the world besides finding a job, I had endured a harsh time in the service of eleven months and three days, never making permanent party status due to a leg injury. When I was discharged, I didn’t give a rat’s behind but to live life, something I couldn’t really do much while I was under the realm of a dri...