My Craft Stories

Wine and Regrets

“Red, red, wine.” The gravel voice of the singer bounced around the empty bar passed Ruben, the bartender, and stinging the ears of Tony, the only person at the bar. Tony tapped the shot glass in rhythm with the music. Ruben dried a tumbler. He watched his customer waver in his chair. Tony stared into the mirror behind Ruben. “Now she’s gone and I can’t forget her.” Ruben set down the tumbler and whipped the…

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My Craft Stories

I’m The Dude, Man

From the TV behind his head he heard, “Look, let me explain something to you. I’m not Mr. Lebowski. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you’re not into the whole brevity thing.” Brevity. If only. The guy with the gun forced the barrel next to his nose and punched it as if to emphasize, “You get…

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Greyhound Arriving : Chapter 3

Bill DuPree watched Fremont Street for fresh beauty to keep the Glitter Gulch filled with long legs and shapely thighs. If they had a nice set of breasts, well, that was cream on the stick. As the manager, he had seen them come and go. A girl was going to need a firm foundation to attract the John’s, Dick’s, and George Washington’s stuck in the G-strings of the eye candy. Too bad the candy tended…

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Greyhound Arriving : Chapter 2

Cindy stood below the unlit neon of Fremont Street and thought about where to go next. Her list, while punctuated with a final stop, still required a place to start. “I’m looking for an evil man,” Cindy said aloud to no one in particular. She looked up at Sally, kicking up a leg in glowing orange and purple. The tall cowgirl smiled and rocked her outstretched leg. A glint of light flashed on her side…

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My Craft Stories Tall Tales of Sin

Greyhound Arriving : Chapter 1

A ray of sunshine poked up over Sunrise Mountain, snaking its way through the canopy of Fremont Street, falling downward to pause a moment in a puddle of beer, then reflecting upwards to land on the shoulder of Vegas Vic. “Quite a party last night Sally,” the large man beamed to his partner across the street. He attempted to adjust his cigarette. “Yes, Vic. Quite a party.” Sassy Sally tried to straighten out her leg.…

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