Fantastic

Safari

I was beginning to believe his mumbo jumbo, and it scared me. Was I under a spell? Is that why I sucked the black boy’s cocks today. I sat, thought about it, and decided to come clean with Iggy about everything happening to me. I grabbed another beer and sat back down by the fire pit. My mom and dad said goodnight and went to their tent, and Iggy left simultaneously, stopping me from talking to him. I drank a few beers, sitting there until it was pitch dark. I looked at the flames and thought when suddenly Zafra and Enzi sat down on either side of me. Zafra, laying a bedroll on the stump. No one spoke, so we just sat there. Enzi took the can from me when I finished my beer, leaned …

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Dog Who Owned Me

My life changed on a Friday, just after I’d turned eighteen and recently moved into a new life. That’s how I liked to think of it. After leaving the modest village where I’d grown up, I’d moved to the modest town where I’d be attending community college. I wanted to be a graphic artist or something, I wasn’t really sure, but I liked art and I was kind of good at it anyway. So those were the kind of classes I took while I worked part-time at Sears, dressing mannequins and putting up decorations and displays, stuff like that. It wasn’t a bad job, even if it only paid for my rent and just enough food to keep me from starving. My parents sent me a little every month and I’d be okay, except I …

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The Beverly Hillbillies_(0)

I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I’ve gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day of 1965 in Southern California; and I’ve found a nice shady spot along the stream. Later that morning I spot an older man walking upstream with a fishing pole. He is tall and slender but looks to be a transient. He has a week-old beard and he’s got on old shabby clothes and floppy hat. He wears a collarless white shirt and clodhopper boots. As he gets closer to my fishing spot, he calls out, “Howdy there, …

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