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Weekly Contest #37
My name is Rydman (Redmon) Fox. I'm a private investigator in the east central Indiana town of Princeburg. And I have been put on a case by Megan Joye to find, of all things, her lost innocence. # "Mr. Fox," Megan began, "my innocence is very precious to me." I had to raise my eyebrows at this statement. This woman was 38, she had 2 kids and she'd worked in an adult bookstore. Why was she talking about innocence as though she were a toddler playing behind a baby gate? I would find out...
Weekly Contest #36
Saturday, June 28, 2008: Dear Diary; Well, I can't sleep again. A woman I saw at the store has me questioning so much. I work for a Christian school and go to the connected church, but more and more I feel I do it for my family only. Last week I went on a trip. That's me, a waterfall chaser. Anyway, it was on that trip I drank for the first time, Smirnoff vodka, watermelon flavor. Now I buy the cranberry flavor and create my own cocktails. I guess what I'm trying to say, Diary, is if I keep this up, there's every chance I'll leave the life I...
Weekly Contest #34
"Well, family, what game shall we play tonight?" Papa, as he was known by all, chimed in with this pleasant question. The group, a ragtag bunch gathered from the four corners of Granger Falls, were sitting nervously, fingers drumming on the old fashioned TV trays that sat before each one. "I know!" Papa cried out, "We'll play Old Maid!" A collective sigh arose from every throat and at this Papa glared around. "Do I take that to mean you don't wish to play?" Jason Reeves quickly spoke up. "Of course not, Papa! You know we want to play tha...
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