Category: Creative Writing
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The Huntsman
The Huntsman rested wearily against the cool wall of her bathroom. He waited in the dark wondering if age had mellowed her. He slowly massaged the stump of his leg and contemplated the pale blue negligee he had seen draped across her bed. The basic human form was female. Desirable. Maleness, he mused, was a…
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The party is on the inside
Deep conversations with the right people are priceless! I am a social introvert. This means (among other things) small talk bores me. I struggle with people who stick to the basics; chatting about their children, or asking me about mine. Or the quintessential (I can’t believe I’m even including such a cliche), opener – the…
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