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E. J. Strange
Bio
I am new to the writing community but hope to publish a novel one day. I am simple minded and sucker for romance.
Stories (53/0)
A Big Mess
Best tip I can give for spring cleaning is make a mess! Take everything out of their hidey holes. Thow everything on the ground. Leave nothing untouched! I mean everything even your toothbrush, which you probably need a new one anyways. Scoot those shameful things you have been hiding underneath your bed. Hell, even displace the furniture. Reck the house like your name is Ralph! This sounds counter intuitive I know but trust me.
By E. J. Strange3 years ago in Motivation
A Taste of Time
In my time of youthful innocence, I had dreams of grandeur. I wanted to be Indiana Jane, bush whacking through wildernesses and surviving the elements in search of a part of us we lost. I pursued this dream for a moment, brief though it was, before the bitter realities of life’s demands set in. In my pursuits, I learned some interesting things along the way. One of my favorite tidbits was how to distinguish bone fragments from pottery shards.
By E. J. Strange3 years ago in FYI
Sleazy Car Saleswoman
Buying a car can be hard. Commercials warn of this all the time. There are instruction manuals on how to buy a car. The list of things a consumer can do to weaponize themselves against car dealerships and protect themselves from the urban legends to the true horror stories goes on and on, from reviewer tools (such as KBB, Carfax, and beyond) to comparison price matching tools (think car gurus and true car). I guess car buying is hard.
By E. J. Strange3 years ago in Wheel
The 10th Kingdom
The year was 2002 and a summer ritual was beginning. Having spent our Saturday at the local amusement park, Magic Springs, we were sticky from our humid adrenaline quest, but full of bologna and cheese sandwiches and the fizz of off-brand cokes. We shuffled into a Hastings entertainment store in search of the perfect unwind. The store offered everything from CDs and books to DVDs and VHS rentals.
By E. J. Strange3 years ago in Geeks
The Exchange
“Who? Who?” the cacophonous question of an old barn owl rang out above the sound absorbing snow. The silence of the snow had been so deafening that it had drank up the struggles of a woman with her sled passing under the creature. The woman’s soul had launched through her skin at the piercing chime, the only sound she had heard all night.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Horror
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