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  • The Golden Goat

    He raised his Glock semi-automatic revolver and pointed, almost touching my face. I felt the cold sweat running down my forehead. My heart wanted to escape, but I clenched my teeth and pressed my lips. I was staring down the… Continue reading

    The Golden Goat
  • Train to Liliput

    I am on vacation. I need to let my spirit roam far away from home. See new places, ride new trains, meet new faces, and hear new stories. I love stories. A good story can make my heart smile. What… Continue reading

    Train to Liliput