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Weekly Contest #225
My Doppelgangers You may love them; you may hate them but everyone has at least one doppelganger. If you don’t believe me, ask yourself, “How many times has a complete stranger said you look exactly like someone they know?” I’ve never met Jim Kinzie, Donald Spenser, Gordon Schmidt, or Florence Cooper but I must look like them. I understand the resemblance to Jim, Don, and Gordon and I really don’t care to meet them face-to-face, but I’m dying to meet Flo. I have a full beard and mustache, and I’ve been told I look like Ernest Hemmingway. P...
Weekly Contest #215
The Devil and Daniel Webster’s Brother Obsession is more than a word to Benjamin Webster. It is the unrelenting force guiding his every move. In his life, Benjamin had two primary obsessions. First, his appearance had to be immaculate - without as much as a single hair out of place. Secondly, he longed to be the richest man on the planet. When he got out of bed in the morning, his first thought was about what he could do to increase his wealth. At night he tossed-and-turned in bed plotting ways to steal candy from babies and selling those...
Ride the Snake I met Connie twenty-five years ago, when our families celebrated the Memorial Day holiday by camping and partying at Versailles State Park in southeastern Indiana. Connie’s family set-up their tent two sites away from ours and I saw the mousey brown-haired, brown-eyed girl every time I passed her on the way to and from the showers and restrooms. We did not even say, “Hello,” until after I saw her in church on Sunday morning. On Sunday afternoon, when I walked by her tent, I raised my hand and waved at her with little conf...
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