Posted by gil on December 26, 2008
The heat had been unbearable, making the climb the hardest thing Armand had ever done. Not that it was a difficult rock. It would actually look fairly uninteresting in the eyes of climbers, which was why he had chosen it. That, and it’s apparent geological stability. “It will be here for thousands of years” he [...]
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Posted by gil on May 6, 2008
I must have been in a dark mood that day… The church stood proudly on the village plaza, as all respected churches ought to, white, authoritative. One could not pass by without a slight feeling of guilt. It was so basic in form, as to be unmistakable, instigating a sense of duty in some, fear [...]
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I am not please with this story actually, wrote it a while ago.. It is somewhat funny, so I am posting it anyway.. The moose was looking right at him, he was sure of it. The head of the moose at least, because of course there was no body. “The rest of it could be [...]
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I wrote this after riding my motorcycle in the rain.. What was I thinking, really? With a weather like that, driving to Ruskin.. Good thing it started raining on the way back, and not before. But the fact that I was going home made it all right. Actually, it was kind of fun. Raining like [...]
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Albert slammed on his brakes to avoid rear-ending the bus in front of him. – “Are you crazy! You could have killed me!” The client sat back again, pale as an aspirin tablet. “There goes my tip” Thought Albert. He was thinking about Lila. They had met in his cab and it was love at [...]
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