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About every two years, like clockwork, usually in the Spring, I take a long drive through the desert. I like deserts because they are barren, bleak places with no people around to mess up a perfectly nice day. Just creepy, crawly, and sometimes dangerous desert creatures who, unlike humans, don’t bother you if you don’t bother them. Because my desert adventures were usually about 12 days long covering almost 3100 miles, at the end of a day of driving, I would stay at a motel—usually a cheap motel built in the 1940’s with cool signage and h...
Jamie looked down on the lifeless body laying quietly, and quite dead, in the bed below him. Only inches from the face of the corpse, nose-to-nose, Jamie looked under himself over the full length of his body, from his head to his toes. He realized, in this moment, that he was floating above the corpse, and although it clearly was a dead person, he was not scared. He seemed to be floating in some ethereal cloud, so that when he looked through the cloud at the body below him, it was distorted because the cloud wavered and shimmered like a mira...
Joe Stiller doesn’t remember exactly when he started hating women. The hatred probably began in his childhood when he was six years old living in a small desert town with his parents and four sisters. Of the five kids, just like in a litter of newborn puppies, Joe was the runt and so his sisters picked on him constantly, at home, on the playground and even at school in front of his friends. One time, they all held him down on the ground while his sister Sue painted his toenails bright red with fingernail polish. The twins, Pat and Pam, ...
Jon traveled in his car down Highway 10 somewhere between Phoenix, Arizona and Palm Springs, California in the absolute middle of nowhere. His family had lived in a little mining town called Midland, named for the Midland Mining Company, about 22 miles due north of the small town of Blythe, California and, on this trip, Jon planned to visit the home he lived in when he was five-years-old. Midland was smack in the middle of the Mojave Desert which, in the dead of the summer, could reach temperatures of 124 degrees. As Jon drove, the tempera...
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Right Before Your EyesBy David F Eastman The advertisement read: “Young female models wanted. Local photographer seeks models for a new line of stylish women’s Paris fashions. Please reply to Jonathan Davis, Fashion Photographer at: 503-607-7895” Jennie was still tired from her night out. She rubbed her eyes, jumped out of bed, and slow walked into the bathroom to shower. She had gone to a fraternity party with her girlfriends the night before, met a cute guy named Gavin, who she ended up flirting with and necking in an upstairs bedroo...
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