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Ronin Warrior

In dreams, he awoke a Ronin warrior who carried a sword of steel, thrashing forward through the field of blood, until no enemy remained. Still furious, the swordsman turned around and thrashed back until he stood alone on the field. If you liked this story, check out Cindy’s Sin, the first novelette I wrote about a girl traveling to Las Vegas to get revenge. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May…

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Ready for Reincarnation

At 84, Bob took to talking to his Springer Spaniel. He romped with the dog, ate with the dog, and learned to nap during the day in preparation for his reincarnated life. He died. Bob came back as a cat. Which, was okay because he knew how to outrun a dog. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Heat…

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The Sleeping Giant

Tiptoeing past the sleeping giant, she paused for a peek to make sure his eyes remained closed. She drew closer. Boldly, she touched a closed lid. In an instant, he swept her up, wrapped her in a hug, and sweetly kissed her neck. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like That’s a Wrap A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a Sandbar, War.

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Dip the Urchin Over the Side

“I’m bored, dip the Urchin over the side,” pronounced the Captain. “I’m afraid he will sink,” offered the First Mate. “Still, it would top the day,” added the Cook. The boy called the Urchin said nothing. He could cool off, and honestly, he was bored too. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like The Double Chocolate Bar Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock Heat and Tension on the Grapevine On a…

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The Road to Kelso

The bus broke down five miles outside Kelso on the Joshua tree road near where the train tracks hang on the yellow hills. The few tourists unloaded their bags deciding they would rather walk than stand in the heat. Sally smoothed her pettifor and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat. She would wait in the bus. Twenty minutes later a private stuck his head into the bus and offered a ride and Sally joined the bus driver…

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