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Evening out…

The audience gave a warm applause, as he stepped on the stage, holding his guitar. It was late, and in the darkness of the pub, people were eager to drink his words by the pint. He played there every other night, and he attracted a crowd of regulars and new faces, that enjoyed his skillful…… Continue reading Evening out…

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Go for a Ride? – Notthedane56

  She gestured to me “Wouldn’t you like to go for a ride?” In back of her was a large balloon, “No way”, I said. “That is just thin material, not very strong filled with hot air, rising up  to heights better left to the birds, looking down on everything and everyone, not much use…… Continue reading Go for a Ride? – Notthedane56

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It Was Nothing, You See – Notthedane56

  I chanced upon a letter of sorts tossed carelessly in a random pile not any particular reason to be of importance, just It was from someone I used to know, someone who used to write me, sealed with wax ruby red, with a scent of with her name adorning her long strokes, running not…… Continue reading It Was Nothing, You See – Notthedane56

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A Sneeze Away From Chili.

  “¡Achís!” He had been a bit under the weather lately… “¡Achís!” again, coming from the other room, as I was finishing the booking of my little surprise for him. “Oh dear, I told you we’d end up paying for skinny dipping in Iceland!” thinking a bathing suit would probably not have made much of…… Continue reading A Sneeze Away From Chili.

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Under the Table – Notthedane56

  She kicked me hard enough to get my attention, while we made pleasant conversation about the violence that affected our society….       This short story is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his…… Continue reading Under the Table – Notthedane56

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Our Last Meal – Notthedane56

  Serving her what I thought our last meal together was the waiter, stopped and whispered in her ear, a smile appeared with her throwing her arms around him and kissing him, I would jealous be, but I must admit, never ever having a customer kiss me like that before….     This story is…… Continue reading Our Last Meal – Notthedane56

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She Reminded Me – Notthedane56

  “Leave a light burning outside, won’t you?” she once said “So, I can find my way…” I replaced the light today knowing that it wouldn’t be the last time, never the last time, I knew that sooner or later give or take a few thousand Lumens or, a failure of an electronic circuit, that…… Continue reading She Reminded Me – Notthedane56

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Some People Might Say… – Notthedane56

  Some people might say she deserved something better others might argue she got what she deserved, Some people might pity her others would see her strengths some might question her actions while others would accept her as she was Some people might say that everyone deserves love others would deny that, what others wanted…… Continue reading Some People Might Say… – Notthedane56

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Wrecking ball…

  Both hands on the wheel, foot to the floor, hair in the wind, an eye on the rearview mirror… I don’t even ask myself anymore. How do I do it? What is it about me, that makes things tumble like a house of cards? Every time. I know it can’t be love. Love doesn’t…… Continue reading Wrecking ball…

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The peddler…

It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the home her father had built from his…… Continue reading The peddler…