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Short Story

I want a Jameson 

The afternoon sun glistened through the mighty oaks and spruces that lined my course. Like the colors of the rainbow, the trees and fairway sparkled, and the four-leafed clovers that lined the ruff sang with glee—my day couldn’t have been written more perfect. I watched…

Short Story

The Trinity 

My hands and face bore the marks of my trade. I’m homeless and trying to clean the stink of the street, off my body. Water cascaded down my chest, as I splashed from the sink basin to my face and body. Morning rays of sunlight…