Category Archives: Fiction Short Stories

A Bible Story

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A Bible Story

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The Aztec Origin of Nopal & a Brief Autobiography of Myself

. . “America’s lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That’s why I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin False media, we don’t need it, do we? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked

The Aztec Origin of Nopal & a Brief Autobiography of Myself

. . “America’s lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That’s why I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin False media, we don’t need it, do we? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked

The Minister’s Cadillac

. . . . “At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I’m paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger” – 

The Minister’s Cadillac

. . . . “At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I’m paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger” – 

High, Just-As-High, and the Third:

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High, Just-As-High, and the Third:

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A Broken Clock

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A Broken Clock

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The Souvenir

. for Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel Mission One: Seek & Destroy The tranquility of the French country side air was rudely and deliberately interrupted by the sound of gunfire.  Hailstorms of artillery pierced into the mountainside followed by an earthquake

The Souvenir

. for Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel Mission One: Seek & Destroy The tranquility of the French country side air was rudely and deliberately interrupted by the sound of gunfire.  Hailstorms of artillery pierced into the mountainside followed by an earthquake

Return to Sender

a spastic sci-fi mushroom captacular . . . Starting slow and softly, “zero hour nine a.m. And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It’s lonely out in

Return to Sender

a spastic sci-fi mushroom captacular . . . Starting slow and softly, “zero hour nine a.m. And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It’s lonely out in