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February 9, 2016

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“Well, why wouldn’t it work?” I asked Konrad, reeling in my line and casting once more towards the floating trash. I missed again.

“It’s just silly, Paul. Someone would have done it already.”

“Not necessarily, people have great new ideas all the time. Remember that idea I had about the beanie with an ipod built in? No one has done that yet, or the bearded dragon farm. Or the pants with built in chairs.” That was one of my favorites, pants w...

February 2, 2016

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The approach was from the southwest side of my house, which gave us the best cover from the bushes in my front yard plus two large Alder trees that stood parallel to the sidewalk. This side of the house sat in shadow from the buzzing streetlamp at the end of our driveway on the northern border of our property. Our left hands gripped the brick foundation of my house as we peered to the Northeast from a darkness which did not allow us to see our...

January 27, 2016

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Nobody was exactly sure when The Van showed up. My younger sister, Lucie, insisted that it showed up in the middle of the night, but she was also unaware of the existence of the days of the week. At age six, she believed that all miraculous things happened in the middle of the night. Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny, they all showed up in the middle of the night and performed their magic, unannounced, unseen, always diligent, alw...

December 26, 2015

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One of the strangest things in the world is washing a floppy carrot, Zane thought to himself as he scrubbed an overly-ripe carrot with his stiff-bristled dish-scrubbing brush. It made him think of washing his own penis with a stiff-bristled brush, which made him squirm, his stomach subtly buzzing with the anticipation of genital pain. Bloody awful thing to think about Zane… he said this in his head with a not-so-unconvincing British accent. S...

September 14, 2009

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See, ever since I was a kid, I’ve always dreamt about having my own desert island. A big lush jungle in the middle of the pacific, fresh coconuts and lobster, a sweet bungalow on the beach. I suppose most kids dream of similar stuff, not the lobster and coconuts (I’ve always been into the food) but the concept of escape. It’s why we build tree forts and explore tunnels. It’s why we watch cartoons and have imaginary friends. Me personally, I to...

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