Short Stories

Short Stories from Joe

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." Edgar Allan Poe - from The Raven

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      The Falling Rain

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      The pitter, the patter the constant clatter the drone of the drowning rain   The birds, their banter now silent and somber still safe and serene subdued by the canter of continuous rain   My coat uncloaked now hooked and hung on high the drip of endless drops the dripping …

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      Huckleberry Dreams

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      <One of my favorite things to do while living in Memphis was to drive to Shelby Forest, a magical place north of the city.  It was only a short trip but upon entering the towering trees and winding roads, it was worlds away from the chaos of the city, and …

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      Of Pride and Passion

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        There are games we play and there is passion   It is perhaps America’s pastime that merely passes the time until the tumble of Autumn leaves ushers in the rumble of the band the roar of the crowd and that first whistle blast   It is more than mere …

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