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The Brashest of Beggars

Skip Stone sat down at the corner booth in the diner and smoothed his hands across the tabletop once before tucking them back in to adjust his tie. 1,255 more words

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Are you Ashamed?

How much is that doggie in the window?

The one with the cone on his head.

How much is that doggie in the window?

I’ll bet that he wished he was dead. 812 more words

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The Nothing or the Something or the Shut up Already - You Pick

Today marks a new day for this blog. Ages and ages ago this blog was once used for something, albeit random stories and poems which no one ever read. 690 more words

Erich Forschler

Through Windshields

“All of this,” he said as he swirled the air between us with his hand, a cigarette bracketed between two fingers, “is a matter of perspective.” He brought the cigarette to his mouth after that and pulled on it as he looked back at me. 1,495 more words

Erich Forschler