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Cottontail, Class Warrior

Don’t start thinking Velveteen Rabbit when you see me.  I’m not going to come alive because of a child’s love—that would be ridiculous.  If that were possible, do you think I would be here, sitting on a train heading somewhere.  I’d tell you where, but what do I know?  Until recently, I was Franny’s toy, […]

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One LAST Sneak Peek at the color issue of Ostenspieler (a graphic novel)

 

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Oh My Blood, My Blood (Story #40)

I had Alex for the day. My ex-wife needed to go to counseling with my replacement.  She’s been having a hard time with Ty lately, not that I care.  I actually wish her well.  And I was glad to see Alex an extra day.  I know he doesn’t get along with Ty, which is hard […]

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SNEAK PEEK: Ostenspieler, the color issue…

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SNEAK PEEK: my graphic novel

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SNEAK PEEK: Another page from the upcoming issue of Ostenspieler & the Book of Faces

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Team Jacob or Edward: Afterlife Edition (Story 39)

They died together. Facing each other like two lovebirds except for the love.  Jacob and Edward had come into the world at the same time, raced each other through life, and they did the same right into death.  Their hearts stopped within seconds of each other, leaving behind billions between the two of them—so much […]

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SNEAK PEEK: Ostenspieler & the Book of Faces, Issue 2

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Happiness is Hard to Beat (Story #38)

Gladys, aka, Ms. G. the OG, or Tia as she was known to all the kids on the block–even the Guan girls who had no idea what the word meant–had always been that positive presence in the neighborhood. Even before the city had come in and razed the old projects and replaced them with brightly […]

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A Picture’s Worth More Than You Know (Story #37)

The homeless man started dancing as soon as Daniel got to the corner.  His arms flapped and his head bopped to a rhythm of his own making that only he could hear. Daniel didn’t pay much attention.  The homeless guy was a smelly-but-safe kind of crazy not a pull-a-gun-and-kill-you kind.  Soon enough, Daniel lost the […]

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