THE BLACK CATS BOOKSTORE
"Hello, my name is Poe. I am just letting you know that I am the true owner of all of these great books that line the shelves of this great bookstore. They call it THE BLACK CAT'S BOOKSTORE for a reason -- me! Feel free to look around and select a book; who knows I may help you select or object to a book. Don't worry; you will know which is which. My favorite book btw is "THE BLACK CAT" by Edgar Allen Poe."
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Timothy E Jones
What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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Bambi
The great deer Bambi stood at the side of the bridge and looked down at the river by where he was born. Man had ventured so deep into the woods that even his place of birth was unrecognizable. The mother of an old friend used to say that if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all, so he didn't say a word. However, he did drop a surprise onto the bridge before going on his way.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Instructions I Never Received
Not the polite kind people give you. The ones that say things like take your time or stay strong. I mean real instructions. Step by step. Like the ones that come with furniture, except no parts are missing and nothing ends up crooked.
By Salman Writesabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
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I love how the title, shopkeeper’s name and the last line all cross together and go full circle.