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johnwhowell.com
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| | | | | The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. In no time, the faithful and trustworthy machine produces the liquid that validates life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. One sip and the brain comes alive with the lust for travel. The alarm clock is closed and set to May 11th, 1924, in New York... | |
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johnwhowell.com
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| | | | | The essence of the gods slowly makes its way into my cup. Being old school, there is no reason to move or engage in mental activity without that first sip of Columbia's second-most favorite export. The cup is full, and the first sip is consumed. Thoughts turn to the alarm clock. It is set for... | |
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johnwhowell.com
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| | | | | In Keith's words. "Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me atkeithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren't sure what the time is... | |
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beetleypete.com
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