Prose

A Tale of an Eternal Boredom

A story of the first and the biggest soap opera…

Spam, or Farmer from Iowa buys a Computer

I sat on the porch of my house, stroke my charged gun lying on my knees, and sipped home-made whiskey from a bottle. Missy makes it clean as a tear, God bless such a wife and her father.

Otter-ly magic

The hall was not very large, somewhat less than a gym. Palms in redwood barrels decorated with precious gems alternated with clear columns filled with bubbles and exotic fish.

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