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Here’s another short story from the old fiction department. I like writing stuff like this sometimes. Forgive me. This is a light-hearted tale and I hope you enjoy it.

I got up pretty early. I hadn’t slept well. I dreamt a lot. I dreamt of rabbit hunting for some odd reason, when actually I had never even seen a rabbit. But you know how dreams can be. The last glimpses of my dream quickly evaporated into daytime reality as they usually do. I yawned.

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In my early twenties I lived in northern Italy. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I spent three years in that country and had many adventures during that time. This story is about one day during that period. It’s not a story about Italy, the culture or the people. Nope, it’s a story about the dog I had when I was over there, Ryder, and an adventured we shared. This is a true story.

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Breathing through the pen tube evaporated any saliva I had in my mouth.

The best stories are those that make the reader say “no kidding,” “how true,” or “yep, that’s me.” This story is one such tale, yet it isn’t. It better not be. If it is, for you, you’re one hard-working web developer and you might want to go to bed after the movie tonight. Enjoy!

The Spot

“What the hell is that smell? Turpentine?” Tommy asked as we stepped into the elevator.

“It’s acetone.” I said.

“Acetone?!” Tommy questioned, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, it happened last night. Something… something really weird happened. It’s sort of a long story.

“We’ve got time, Mike,” Tommy said.

“All right. It all started around six…

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Here’s another product from the good old Fiction Department. Just cooked this one up for all those dads out there, or their sons. Or anyone for that matter.

The Hitchhiker

Jenny was due at any time. Frank loved his wife deeply, and he was eager to see his child enter the world. He grew more and more nervous as Jenny’s due-date drew near. Everyone knew it. His parents, his co-workers, their friends. It was, therefore, no surprise when Frank announced he was heading straight home instead of stopping by Jack’s Bar and Grill downtown as he usually did on Friday nights after work. It was snowing lightly tonight so that was even more reason to head straight home. Before the roads got too bad. The snow was expected to pick up later on according to the weatherman. Frank was being prudent. He told the group to have a nice weekend and walked out the door towards his car. It was already dark.

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The fiction department was busy this morning. Cozy up and enjoy this short story. Warning: This story contains a swear word. Sorry if this offends you, it seemed to fit, though.

Last Fall: A last minute adventure tale.

I opened the door that morning preparing to step outside. I was temporarily blinded and took an uneasy step back. It was very bright outside. Cold and windy, too. I could feel it coming in through the open doorway. I hoped I dressed well enough for the conditions. I took a quick mental inventory. Long underwear, insulated liner, wind-breaker jacket. I was pretty sure I was all set. Yet, I had an uneasy feeling I was forgetting something.

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Here’s a story I wrote a bit ago. It’s a fun one in a way. You’ll see. Check it out.

Laura’s Gardener

For years Laura Cooper attended to her garden with the same enthusiasm for which she attended to herself. It was a very large garden — nearly five acres of the Cooper estate was dedicated to Laura’s passion.

It was a very hot day in late June; unusually hot. Laura was…

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