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My little girl wrote her very first short fiction today at pre-school. It’s better than most stories I wrote in college. (…)

“Tell me my story,” I said as we were leaving the store.
The cold night air greeted us as we stepped out of the brightly lit store and into the parking lot. (…)

The devil came up behind me and poked me in the back…

     It doesn’t take much to fix a laptop computer, if you know how, and if you have the time and energy, and I suppose the experience helps a bit. Maybe even some training. (…)

(The comic book I write was intended to be very loosely based on the following short story, but ended up being something wholly different.)

     ”You can see him now.”
     The doctor led them down the long, bright corridor, through several sets of doors, into the ICU and finally to room number three. (…)