Short short story 2

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” As Julie slammed her apartment door behind her, she was stunned that those words had flown out of her mouth.  Then she laughed.  It was about time she started to respond to the crap that was being dished out with some good old anger. For three... Continue Reading →

a short Short Story

Who the hell cares anyway. Enough, enough, she damn well had enough of the lot of them.  As she slammed the front door behind her, Janey stomped down the stairs, yanked open the car door, stabbed the key in the ignition and peeled out of the driveway with tires squealing. I knew it. I knew... Continue Reading →

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