Part II:
The teenagers sat in a semi circle along the broken Beachwood sipping on several kinds of local brews, purloined no doubt from their parents’ stash. They jostled and nudged about each other occasionally glancing skyward in a spastic euphoria of short lived independence. Each of them wore some form of non conforming conformism, donning [...]
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THE CALL
By Thunder MacQueen
Part I.
He watched the earth dip in and out of contact with the sun with little interest, just a way to pass the time. Its rotation provided the metronomic cadence to the city below and he had a sense that he would not be around to follow in its spinning path [...]
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Part II:
It took a moment for her to draw focus on the boy, letting out a sigh of disapproval upon recognizing him.
Let this hour pass as fast as possible he thought.
“You’re late boy. You think the world waits for the sun to rise and set each day … that it’s ok for the tides to [...]
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Feel free to rate any of my stories on a point system much like golf (* i.e. the less beer points the better):
On a scale of 1- 30 beers:
1 beer being a very lucid, coherent story with a tightly wound narrative thread running throughout, and
30 beers being a jumbled, incoherent, vitriolic diatribe on [...]
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This story is part of a new weekly feature: Drunken Short Stories by Thunder MacQueen. Our friend Thunder MacQueen will attempt to write at least one story a week while inebriated:
THE BUS
“Hey!” she cried, “look out for the bus!” He barely had time to hear her warning. The bus, blaring its horn, zipped by a [...]
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