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I wished I had finished High School

thanks. I wrote this a prayer to be recited before playing a game/sport. I say it before starting most any online game it puts me in the mood. I have been busy reformatting my books for the Kindle. I have one done and a few more to go. I found this buried in my book and noticed it was 100 words so I...

Dear Lord We are about to do battle with evil it's self. We are about to face the wicked and unwashed evil that is our enemy, and our competition. We will send them home dear Lord. They will say your name in prayer as we create an insurmountable gain and a huge victory on their asses. So much so tha...

you know that is how the real snow white story was suppose to go but Jacob and Wilhelm's agent and editor told them that no-one like vampire stories or vampires for that matter and that there can never be a love story that involves vampires and so they changed the story to placate the masses and cow...

Yes I did like the drabble and if that was a reference to my neighborhood stories then i am glad you liked them.

that is called dieseling. usually a function of a sticky carb and a need of a tune up.

Brains are like oysters, an acquired taste. Just like certain drabbles some take a finer palate to appreciate.

ROU Killing Time wrote:

revsleestaxx wrote: The felonious tow truck drive in front of him did not like the fact that his wife was a whore AND that Nathan's horn was blaring behind him.

Shouldn't that AND be in there? of course that make it 101 words...

that and is in there and the count is 100

haha I thought my friend made up this term... heh... unless Rev IS my friend! but...hmmm... my friend is way too dumb to write and has the motivation of sloth... ...unless my friend has been putting on a sham for the past 6 years to cover up and hide his secret drabble-writing ability!!! ahh strop ...

Barking spiders The little gnome opened the door. He had two bowls in his hand. One with last nights stew and another with water. He was greeted by a hoard of little creatures. All of them jumping up and down clambering for his attention, or was it the food? Aww he knew this venture was a gold mine....

no wait to you realize that you are really your double and all the idea stealing is really the real you slightly in the future just to be cruel to you know because that is the nature of you in all reality.

Are you sure it is you in the cell and not your double?
huh? huh?
yeah that should get the juices flowing a bit.

I liked the concept of constrained warfare and restricted weaponry. And yet there is still war. You know if you take enough of my tools away I will not even bother trying anymore. I would not have bothered to make a super sword or a stick that can hit an acorn a country mile Part of the fun of war i...

This story and podcastle's #62 "The Fiddler of Bayou Teche" has me really charged for southern stories and maybe inspiration for some southern tales of my own. I would have really liked to story to maybe explain storm breaking and maybe 'splain the grove in the ground a bit more but over all I liked...

This story sounded very familiar or maybe the story line was familiar. But in either case it made me do quite a bit of googling on ritual scarring and tribal markings. find the practice of scarification to be very interesting and I although I do have a couple of tattoos I maybe delve into a planned ...

the police took my gun

ahh undead in love and for so long too how quaint!

Freaking Marilyn Monroe! yeah now there's an undead broad i would not mind sharing my brains with! hubba hubba

Well, really, killing Nathan wouldn't solve the guy's problem, since the horn is stuck. It will still be stuck even if he shoots Nathan. Of course, the story is open to interpretation. It could be that the truck driver is actually wanting to help Nathan fix his horn, and he only grabs his gun becau...

Nathan knew the light was up to something. He could tell by the way it turned red. There it was, red, and staring at him mockingly. "Ha, there you are in your car with the windows rolled down, and no AC, breathing the carcinogenic exhaust of the other foul humans." Nathan lost control and jammed his...