My mom's friend

I was never what you would call with the ladies. I was never fighting through throngs of girls. So it wasn't really a surprise when after my 19th birthday I still hadn't ever had a[…]

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Eagle's feathers

Barbara Walters once visited a large Indian reservation to do a story. While she walked around talking to the inhabitants she spotted a young Brave with a single eagle feather sticking up in his headband.[…]

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The shell's game

The Shell's Game Robert Hardy was out on the beach wasting time, doing nothing. Not that this was anything new. He had wasted thirty- five years worth of time already, as much of it as[…]

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Peeping tom

The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively. “Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly[…]

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How did you know ?

…. WE had just left Maude-s home, from THE party… Booze…, drugs…, and strong coffee all played a part in our respective party lives. … …….By we; I mean the group of us…probably twenty or[…]

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My khassian girl pt:1

Before you read: This work is purely fictional. Any references to historical events or people, cultures, nations and religions are only for story effect and in no way is it meant to be an insinuation[…]

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