One NightThen let me say I am now writing a much longer piece based on that. It will have illustrations. And unlike my other projects I know how most of this one will work out, and have most of it planned. The images are almost all planned too, so it should be good.
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Mr. NaughtNewest
The Small BoyThe sun glittered though the soft cascades of falling autumn leaves, filling the air with a radiant dewy orange. The golden shade of the aspens collected drops of the light and pooled them across the shallow ponds that sat and collected frogs. Underneath a large oak tree with swollen branches sat a little bench that was built in such a time past that the tree had begun to engulf and consume the sad little wrought-iron lace of the Victorian chaise. It was under this tree, and on this bench that once every month or so a small boy would come and sit and think. The strange thing about this boy was not that he was so adept at sitting still for a tThe Small Boy
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Man in White SUVYou can tell by the look in his eyes that he has worked far longer tonight than anyone his age ought. After another twelve hour shift he heads to his loveless home. His wife finally moved all of her stuff into the second bedroom, so that he won't wake her up as he climbs into bed at midnight or even later.Man in White SUV
On weekends he mows his lawn to an even one and two thirds inches using his riding mower. After the trim he rakes up any grass that evaded the giant billow of the tractor. He bags all the refuse into shiny-black, extra-durable plastic bags with yellow ties and ties it tight. He puts the black bag in the shed he built behind th
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The RoadIt is a long road. I am yet far from the end and farther from the start. I have lost track of how many days I have been walking this road and I no longer recall how many miles it is in total. I suppose I will just keep going till either the road stops. Or I have to. This area is not so hard. The paving stones are all smooth from wear and the soft spray from the ocean is cooling. There is a long cliff face on my right as I walk. The red-brown rock looms as a constant reminder of my isolation. The last person to walk beside me left the path weeks ago long before the cliff started and the path descended toward the ocean itself. The pThe Road
by ~demonOWA
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