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  • Every Night Should Be Tuesday Night at storywrite
    I woke to the sound of a giant mosquito buzzing in my bedroom.  I opened my eyes.  It was still dark.  I zeroed in on the sound and swatted the obnoxious bug, si
  • I'm Glad I'm Not A Gola-Bola Bird at storywrite
    Once upon a time, far, far away, there was an enchanted land called Kharumbye which was covered by magnificent forests.  Due to unique ecological factors, all life had evo
  • Whose Shoe? at storywrite
    Hour after hour, parts march down the conveyor belt under my glazed stare.  I look at them with all the enthusiasm of a gardener watching weeds grow.  I work for Walt
  • The Avengers. at storywrite
    The killings had begun again.  
    Peace  had spread over the land and the local villages had prospered under its protective blanket.  Vigilance had evolved into
  • A Good Day At The Office at storywrite
    I was traveling  up the eastern coast of Florida.  It was the last leg of a long anticipated and well deserved vacation.  I had put aside money for over a year a
  • The scent Of Fear at storywrite
    This is a story about an unusual day in my life.  First of all, I have to mention that my days are out of whack because I work on third shift, so this particular day start
  • Excerpt From The Diary of Mona Lisa at storywrite
    I regret that my reluctance to answer has put the wheels of the gossip mill in motion.  As an act of discretion, I changed the subject or avoided answering whenever possib
  • Tossing My Cookies at storywrite
    I was out drinking with a couple of my buddies.  We had had a few drinks.  O.K., maybe it was a few more than a few.  Nobody was keeping score.  Anyway, the bartender came over
  • The Argon Redemption at storywrite
    Tom Hardy was a quiet, unpretentious man.  When he was young, everyone called him Tommy.  He hated that name, it made him sound like a baby.  When his parents were mad at him f
  • The Photo Album at storywrite
    THE PHOTO ALBUM
       Who would have believed this house could ever be this quiet?  It gradually grew quieter as each of our three children went through a mysterious metamorpho