The Beginning

The Beginning

The future held no fears for the old man as he screwed in the final screw. “Done,” he said to himself, slipping his oddly shaped screwdriver into his inside pocket and opening the door to the tall, blue painted box. “Ohh...

The Peace Mission

The Peace Mission

I started writing because, well, that’s what I do, what I’m paid to do. Then I saw this tall guy, staring at me. I knew something was up. “What are you doing?” I looked up. “Writing a ticket, you can’t park...

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