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A Novel Group

A Novel Group - RuralRomanticRamblings.com“I’m a time traveling Viking with sixteen children in three different time eras, with a mortgage.”

The guy in the chair next to him put his hairy hand in the air. “Duh, try being a were-bear shape-shifting Sherriff, who lost his last election.”

“Try fairy virgin-saving Spy, Continue reading “A Novel Group”

Delusional

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“Yes, we can do so much in here. I so looove the industrial look of bare brick and metal accentuating those bars. So raw. So real. Yes, I’ll turn this place into an upmarket inner-city paradise that’ll win awards. You’ll see.” Continue reading “Delusional”

Blocked

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‘Everyone hates me,’ cried Monday. Continue reading “Blocked”

Graduation

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Graduating, already. Next its university, marriage, and then I’ll be a grandfather. Old. Like my father hunched over crossword puzzles grumbling about medical costs. Yet, Continue reading “Graduation”

A Tradition Is A Tradition

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He gulped and licked the salt from his lips. ‘Again, tell me why I’m doing this?’

‘You have to, it’s the rules of engagement,’ she said. Continue reading “A Tradition Is A Tradition”

Charging Sunsets Past

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To my dearest Tracey,

Remember the first time I rang you? Continue reading “Charging Sunsets Past”

The Personal Ad

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As Popeye,

I’m seeking a new Olive Oyl to sail a sea of endless sunsets.

Must have personality first & be willing to drive a boat. Continue reading “The Personal Ad”

Two Weeks & Three Days…

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The boy’s small shoes dragged their knotted laces through puddles as he headed for the back door. He tugged at the few buttons left on his shirt where its seams stretched at the shoulders. Licked his swollen lip. Brushed fingers through sweaty hair. Then feathered fingertips over another black eye, and trudged into the kitchen.

“How long now, Grandma?” he called out. Continue reading “Two Weeks & Three Days…”

Steel Night

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“Just a bit more.” The long steel bar slid past the flat metal blades.

“Now swing on it.” As two sets of hands pulled, but nothing moved.

“All your weight, lads.” Continue reading “Steel Night”

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