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Karl-Ruprecht Kroenen’s Little Dissecting Party

K. R. Kroenen had never been the type of sentimentality, empathy, or even romanticism, and for this reason he always found an unpleasant surprise in the post.
He sighed dully through the gas mask and threw the perfumed paper into the wood stove before he sneaked into the chair to read a book. It crunched as he placed his considerable booty on the cushion, maybe it was time again to change the sand. Continue reading “Karl-Ruprecht Kroenen’s Little Dissecting Party” »

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Expect the unexpected

“One, two, three and four!” Anza yelled to the beat of the loud hip hop music, clapping her hands in time. “Get that leg up Morgan!” She yelled at a girl dancing in front of her. Walking along the line of dancers the 5’6 blonde with the piercing olive eyes appraised and corrected the group of dancers as they went through their daily routine. “This is a dance studio not a hockey rink Mr. Tricket, stand up straight!” She glared at a tall mousey looking boy. Continue reading “Expect the unexpected” »

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Abe in the Plastic Bubble

Floating through the water in his tank, Abe moved from one novel to the next, carefully reading line after line. He was currently re-working his way through Leroux’s ‘Phantom of the Opera’, Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ and Shakespeare’s ‘Henry V’. His newest read, the book on the end, was Kafka’s ‘The Metamorphosis and Other Stories’, though he had the déjà vu sense of having read it before. Continue reading “Abe in the Plastic Bubble” »