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Puppet

It must have been there for a while, he thought to himself as  he stared at the hole in his leg. He couldn’t remember how it had happened or for that matter, when it had happened, but, there it was. A hole. And, very much, in his leg. As he stared, he noticed the dark patch on his trousers, spread. He watched as it moved down towards his boot, and it was only as he followed it down that he saw his boot was no longer there. Panic gripped his mind. Thoughts flooded his brain and his heart started to
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Listen to This Song

Listen to This Song Originally posted on oshitbritt.com   His legs were swung over the edge of your bed. He gazed at the dusty ceiling. You sat behind him with your legs and arms crossed. Silence emptied the room and the distance between you and him. “What’d you do after school?” You turned your head to his eyes that kept darting from the ceiling fan to the wall. “Nothing. Homework,” he said, brushing his hands through his hair. “That’s cool. Must be a good student.” “No.” He turned over onto his stomach to face you. Finally. “What’d you do?” “Same.
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The Inheritance by Anthony Maggio

When you have everything, it is often said that you wish for more, that myth was created by the poor, and obviously not us. My family inherited our first million from our great-grandfather, who has worked his lackey’s fingers to the bone during the depression, and we are so proud of that dedication. He married well, it’s an old family adage that when you find a woman with eye’s equal to your fortune, and lips as red as tulips. Great Grandfather was lucky enough to meet his beautiful, green eyed match young in his life. My grandfather received the fortune
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The Last Time

  “Are you seriously that much of a controlling bastard? You can’t even let me have an opinion that differs from yours?” I stepped towards him, taunting him further. I could see the anger flooding into his brain as his face contorted into an malicious grimace. I stood motionless; waiting. He paused dramatically and rolled up the sleeves of his striped button-down shirt. He always wore dress shirts; he made me press them on Saturday afternoons when I should have been out with my friends. “You little bitch…” He hissed at me and I closed my eyes. Waiting. Then I
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Working For peanuts–(a Tribute to Charles Schultz)

A tribute to Charles Schultz….that I sent to him three days before he died No more comments from the Peanuts Gallery Poor old Charlie Brown is blue Cause his little red-haired Girl has dyed her ink black roots show through ~ Poor Snoopy’s finally been shot down that Red Baron is an ace and we’ll miss the little boy beneath the dirt on Pigpen’s face ~ Scchroeder’s played his final tune it’s called, “Beethoven’s Last.” Rerun vanished on his Mother’s bike into the distant past ~ Peppermint Patty once again is just a restaurant treat It helps dilute the bitter
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Scattered…. Only God Knows Where,

Scattered…….Only God Knows Where. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3   <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Time is a vacuum   it sucks only in one direction   ~~~~~~~~~~Gone!   all of those we once knew   without warning   disappear from our lives,   as the years are whisked away.     Kids I grew up with   never saw them again   sure Vietnam got a few   others just moved away like me.   But I grew up in the projects  
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The Letter

The letter crumpled easily in John Turner’s fist. His grip choked the paper, killing its integrity forever, and he didn’t care. He swallowed, but this time his mouth was dry. His heart sank by degrees as the message in the letter made its way through his mind, reshaping reality. Normally he walked briskly. Now he shuffled. Each step he took from the mailbox to the door of his house, about a twenty yard walk, became heavier and more difficult. But he made it. He slipped the key in the keyhole, turned it, and stepped inside. It was gloomy. That morning’s
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Finding The Sun

The sun didn’t make an appearance that day. The sky and all of the attendants were draped in black. I know funerals are a “celebration of life,” but where was the joy in this setting? I missed most of what was being said as I stared at the picture that was displayed next to the caskets, my parents at their happiest. As I remained in the pew, I reminisced about my memories I had left of them. There are things we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and
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