Mistaken Identity

The shadow flashed by in a blur. Iric fired his crossbow. There was a smacking sound and a squeal. The shadow kept moving. Iric dropped his bow and sprinted after the…

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The Fate of the Land

  The Burtons meant business. No hobby farming for them. They felled trees, cleared many acres, restored the early nineteenth century farm house. They fixed up the barn, fenced the…

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The Things You Left Behind

[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/209108340″ params=”color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /]   The opening bid on the painting was twenty-six dollars. It was a painting of a nun walking through a village in the…

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The Year of the Hedonist

[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/252061628″ params=”color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] It’s the Year of the Hedonist and though my expat friends tell me that the “lost generation” phenomenon is an American one, it…

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