Lynchburg_The Leaf Blower_I KNEW IT!_Back in the Saddle
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Lynchburg
Donald Smith decided to build a cabin deep in the woods when he learned that he was the werewolf terrorizing his hometown of Lynchburg, VA for the past year. He started to piece his memories together, the fleeting images of places such as Blackwater Creek and the Budget Inn, places he would have no reason to visit, places coinciding with reported incidents of werewolf attacks and missing persons. He did remember once a month waking up with a debilitating headache and covered in blood. His wife, Abigail, claims to have known about his condition for months but turned a blind eye to it because of...
The Leaf Blower
The Leaf Blower By Kathryn Kerr Fitzsimmons “Birth, life, and death - each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.” - Toni Morrison Carol is an elegant 79 year old woman who has had both hips, both knees and one ankle replaced. She suffers from bursitis, osteoarthritis and fibromyalgia. While doing her best to age with dignity, there are few things that bring her greater joy than blowing leaves, despite her lack of balance, strength or agility. For nearly thirty years, she has lived in the Low Country of South Carolina, where everything eventually falls to the ground (including Carol, on occa...
I KNEW IT!
“Mom, I love you.” “What do you want?” “What do you meeeeeeeeean? Why can’t I tell you that I loooooooove you?” “You usually tell me that you love me out of the blue when you want something. You’ve been asking to go to the mall lately. And you have… that LOOK.” “What look?” “THAT ONE! The one where you try to butter me up with your innocent-looking eyes!” “C’mon, Mom! I just wanted to let you know in case I don’t say it enough. I really do love you. I love all that you do for us.” “Seriously?” “SERIOUSLY.” “Wow. Thank you, Sweets! I love you too.” “Good. Now,...” “I KNEW IT!” “WHAAAAAAAA...
Back in the Saddle
Standing over last night's carnage the plump woman shakes her head disapprovingly. As she steps over the tiny bodies of passed out elves she reaches her destination; slumped on one of the couches in the corner of the room is a young man in his early twenties. She walks up to the sleeping man and gives him a solid, anger fueled, thump on the back.“Chris Jr., what do you think you’re doing getting drunk before the busiest night of the year!” she spouts. Chris rolls off the couch and awakens with a snort. His hands automatically go to his head and he lets out a low moan. “I think I’m dying Gran...