All I have is a chicken nugget and a bendy straw, yet he
expects me to break into the first national bank by tomorrow. Will you lend me
a hand?
Short stories of all shapes and sizes. From fantasy to science-fiction. Stories are like trees, they grow, branch off and bear countless leaves. Every leaf on a tree has a story to tell and I am the storyteller. New stories every other Tuesday.
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Saturday, June 11, 2016
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