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112Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane Letter 7-8 Earl Wild Horse Canyon
Em opened the front door of the Emerald Wells Café and could smell the sweets the Rose had baking in the back. She turned on the lights and set about getting the coffee brewing. When the coffee was ready she poured herself and Rose a cup and walked...
58Mary Ellen – The Hour Before Dawn - An Exercise in Fiction
Just an exercise in fiction and imagination.
45Unexpectedly Dead - Trash Fiction
There was an incessant beeping just off to his right. He lay there unable to turn his head in the direction of the noise. The room was dark, but a light shown just off to the left. Now and then a shadow would pass through the light reminding him of...
163Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane Letter Six – Hobo Jungle
This is an Emerald Wells Cafe Story. Join us and follow the adventures of Carl, Earl, Jimmy, Gabby and Em.
216Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane Germany invades Poland. Letter Five
Emâs Mom called up the stairs. âBreakfast, get down here you two.â Both Em and Ruby arrive in the kitchen in time to see Grandpa lower himself slowly in his chair. He looks at his daughter and begins. âI just heard last night on the...
184Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane,Gabby, Letter 4
Mr. Henson leaned over the counter at his pharmacy and called to Earl who was standing at the comic book rack holding Detective Comic #27 which featured the newest comic book hero âThe Bat-manâ. âHey, Earl. What are you doing right now? Mrs....
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God's Playbook A Book Review
Follow Thomas Mitchell and Sandy Goodman as they go through their lives walking by Faith.
64Handful of Time - Poetry
The young boy bolted through the door with a handful of time to his name. The hands of the clocks, all dribbled away, and to this day, no one can say, he didnât pay. Sired some fillies, more precious than lilies, then...
211Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane Carl Snow White
Earl sat on his stool in the kitchen of the café. He lowered the paper he was reading and looked across at Rose who had just taken a tray of cupcakes from the oven. âIt says here that Mr. Walt Disney is going to rerelease âSnow White and the...
249Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane Jimmy and Gabby, Letter Two
The sign on the store front read, âEmerald Wells Cafeâ. Each morning at 6 a.m. Emmy turned the key in the front door, hit the lights, turned the little sign with the clock hands facing outward announcing âOpenâ and made her way to the coffee...
284Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane Carl, Letter One
Carl woke in the loft of his grandfatherâs barn. Straw decorated his short blonde hair. The words, âBilly-Be-Damnedâ drifted up and disturbed his dream. He walked to the window and smiling jumped out, landing in the hay wagon below. âWell...
275Emerald Wells Cafe Stories: Pear Blossom Lane - Twelve Letters
Em climbed out of bed and washed her face in the basin, pulled off her nightgown, and washed under her arms. She quickly slipped on trousers and a short sleeve shirt. Then down the stairs she bounced, with her dog Chip right behind her, tail...
89When Delilah Smiles, Sunnie Day’s First novel
When Delilah Smiles The Laurus Company Sunnie Dayâs new novel When Delilah Smiles is available now. Her publisher The Laurus Company has contacted her and this is a proud announcement of the great amount of work that was put into the...
89Ohio Tom - Letter
The sound of big Jim Bradburyâs body hitting the ground causes me to pause and spin around, even in the middle of the fire fight. This giant of a man on my right flank a moment ago now lay sprawled across the ground. His helmet, thrown free and...
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The Knock at the Door - A True Story
The Knock at the Door Days here have a certain pace to them. In the morning hours garage doors automatically open, cars drive away, sometimes lazily and sometimes in great haste carrying their adopted driver here or there. In many instances it is...
49Murder Once Done - Part Three of 3
Murder Once Done - Chapter three Paul sat three rows from the back, as it lumbered out of Monclova and watched the beauty of the Mexican desert go by slowly. The bus had many passengers, but the heat made them slow to move - and quiet. They seem...
42Murder Once Done - Part Two of Three
Murder Once Done Chapter two He walked into the cantina found a chair and sat. His mouth swelled. He could taste the blood of the cotton wads. The heat had drained him of the little bit of energy he had left. The waitress arrived, spoke and...
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Murder Once Done - Part One of Three
Murder Once Done With a three day stubble on his face and the crumpled suit jacket Paul Maddock felt like hell. He sat at the table of the little cantina going over the last few days. He thought about how far from home he was and wondered how far...
63Saga of Gwen Applegate - Poem
Marshal Todd came to investigate The curious death of Gwen Applegate He hated this job, felt he was always late A single bulletsâ what sealed her fate  He saw the tracks left in the snow A single rider anxious to go He took a...
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I Should Have Died For My Country - Conclusion Part three
I Should Have Died For My Country - Conclusion The crowd removed everything from the nine of authority, the two females were given surplus American flags to wrap themselves in. Then the group was jeered as they slowly made their way down the hot...
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I Should Have Died For My Country - Part Two
The cases of surplus American flags dumped from the sides of the stock trucks was taken by most as welcome material to make their clothes and as additional shelter. Most days you can close your eyes and think about the fourth of July. You have to...
91I Should Have Died For My Country Part One
I Should Have Died For My Country ã Iâve been here two years now. They use to call this the Highway 10 corridor to what was the Arizona border. The New Territorial Committee changed the name, but it is the same asphalt. The tent and tarp...
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Go and Fly / Shy October My Best Poetry
Go and fly Go and fly my gentle beast No heavy wings for you Nest high, where eagles reach No tree top perch will do Out of range of arrows flight The hunters feast unknown Aloft upon outstretched wings You choose to fly alone...
