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Monthly Archives: July 2015
When you’re in a very large city such as New York, there are many places to go for many different things you may want to do. The main places I look for are writing places. Here’s one I found today. … Continue reading
There once was a plane named Mr Crashy. It flew flew real high then real low and got caught in a little boy’s chocolate coated Taffy.
Two turnips tried to turn their trunks to the tall tree tumbling green leaves from its weeping thin green branches some touching the earth while others tangled with the turnip’s head of green sprouts that would soon mark if for … Continue reading
A large man with a wide mouth sat on a stump outside his house. When asked, he replied that inside his bedroom a ghost haunted him in a pink blouse. It oinks and trots about, keeping me up all night, … Continue reading
I saw someone look though the window. White and soft. I leapt through the the glass. It hurt a bit, but was in consequential. I bit into the human. It screamed. It tasted funny, like food, but also energy. When … Continue reading