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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”

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”

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”

Let The Cliches Rain

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‘Not talking about condoms.’

‘Recruitment companies?’

‘I said umbrella. You know, the portable shade structure created a thousand of years ago, used only by the ancient Egyptian aristocrats. Obviously, waterproofing and storm strength wasn’t needed in the land of sand with this piece of — ’

‘Are you having an umbrella moment?’ Continue reading “Let The Cliches Rain”

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…”

’tis the silly season…

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Most of my readers are running from snow – while we’ve been kicking up sand… Continue reading “’tis the silly season…”

Boundaries Pushed

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‘Don’t. You. Dare.’

Continue reading “Boundaries Pushed”

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