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Amanda turned and walked down the street. Jeff watched her, half mesmerized, half insane with rage. He didn’t know what to do with the emotions that were welling up inside him. It was a little bit of everything, and every fiber of his being was screaming “CHASE HER,” but Jeff had listened. Amanda was going. She didn’t want him around anymore. C’est la vie. Poor Jeff. So why start the story at the end?Jeff and Amanda had a tumultuous and passionate relationship. It was unbalanced and confusing at best. At its worst… things hurt. Something in the way they knew each other. They could cut to the c...
Hidden
A tree, by itself, wasn’t an unusual sight. A tree, in the middle of the second story bedroom of a Los Angeles apartment, however, was a curiosity. The trunk of the tree wandered somewhere behind the building itself, but at a certain point it simply crossed into the bedroom, wholly unbothered by the apartment’s occupants. There were a lot of rumors about how the tree had become a part of the house, but the truth was that it had been built so long ago that nobody really remembered any kind of reasonable explanation.Paola Herrera, who was older than her two brothers but physically smaller, ende...
Full Loop
Full Loopby George KeyI and Tim spent hot summer days as children beneath the umbrella of a weeping willow. When heavy rains came, we sailed makeshift vessels until they were devoured by the sewer drains. Those friends from our childhood are always somewhere ready to pick up right where you left off. The bonds created in simpler times when the world was kind and the people were real, last forever.I was out circulating the oil in my motorcycle one hot summer day. Riding in from the North Star Saloon, my bike’s autopilot latched on to the Pheasant Bawww.onedoor.ccr tracker beam. Once that occurs, there was no...
Done Deal
“Hey, Earp.” I could tell from the way Buddy said these two words that we were about to have a talk. We’d been friends and neighbors for about 30 years now and you don’t spend that much time around another man without getting to know him a little. “Hey, Earp,” was Buddy’s universal language for everything. It could mean “Good morning”, “How are you?”, “Something’s wrong”, “We have to talk”, “I’m great”, “I’m not doing so good” or a million other things, depending on how he said it. “Yep?” I answered. “You believe in fairies?” That question startled me a little. “You mean like… homosexuals?” “...