Comfort

Pressing my cheek to the sleek, hot shoulder blade of my mount, Darty, a beautiful and willing chocolate brown gelding, I dropped the reigns and stretched my arms down to my toes, pointed out from their places in the stirrups. My chest brushed the horn of my saddle as I…

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Just because it's witty...

Private Detective Nick Charles is lying in bed after surviving a mugging the night before. Both Nick and his wife, Nora, are reading the morning papers. Nora : Why, Nicky! It says here that the intruder shot you. That's not true. Nick : Hah. I'm a hero. The Tribune says I was…

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A Runner's Bout With Rest

The muscles in my lower back are clenched, clinging to my spinal column like vines to a trellis, but less lovely and more concerning in their gravitational goals. There are no roses on these vines, viciously climbing the ladder of my ribs. I fear a mutiny. You see, I'd grown…

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The Audacity of Informed Voting

Two men are vying for the most powerful political office in the world. On the Left is Barack Obama, the young, African American Junior Senator from Illinois, an articulate orator, a Harvard graduate. On the Right is John McCain, the aged war hero, four-term Arizona senator and former congressman, Naval…

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