An amble through rambles.

Filling up on gas. It seems like something so small and pedestrian couldn't be missed, but it was things like that, that he missed the most. Sometimes he would get a wiff of petrol from his cell window as a car wizzed by, he would begin to think about her and that week so long ago they drove up north together. That was the thing prison really took away he thought. Not just your freedom, but the little things too.

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Keep Calm and Mischief Managed.

Thank you for the stories you posted in my contest! Now aside from the title being something cool I saw on a t-shirt , Loveable Scamps is up to some mischief too! From now on I'll be posting short stories that will hopefully capture your interest. Feel free to comment or email me stories of your own and let me know what you think about my posts! The first post will be up soon!

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Sentence story winner

He sat in the room with the perriwinkle walls, staring at the phone. Time moved like molasses and the shadows grew long. He was waiting for her call. He wasn't usually the type to act this way. In fact, she had him doing all sorts of things that were out of character.

The contest is now closed and thank you very much to those who entered! It was a tough decision but the use of the word "perriwinkle" won me over in the end. Congratulations Milsterino, I hope you take this story further than you have at the moment!

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