Tag Archive: short-story

She wanted Paris and I wanted her. The train ride.

The train ride to Paris We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am.She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown… Continue reading

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The word, love. Just another four-letter word.

The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word…  She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free… Continue reading

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Please remember who you are.

Please remember who you were.. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading

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A song of forever.

A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading

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The fragrance of time.

The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading

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Easy on my mind.

Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading

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Two out of three, isn’t bad.

Two out of three, isn’t bad… I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking Long Island ice teas andtrying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading

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Kiss away my ghost.

Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man”  whiskey.  He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading

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I saw a face.

I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading

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Hotel California.

Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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