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The Unthinkable

The Unthinkable by SirWilho I am going to go places with this story that no man should go.  Great fear of retribution from my fellows might ensue but since this is my story I’m writing it.  To me, this is like self-help medicine or a purging of shame I felt in the past. Today I […]

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Float like a Butterfly

Float Like a Butterfly By SirWilho   It was our lucky day.  We unearthed something from the depths of my Grandma’s old barn that would turn us into men.  Hidden away in the secret place where my dad and his brother stored the wine that made you partially blind and screaming about snakes, we found […]

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Flying Bugs

Flying Bugs   by SirWilho   “Tara dumped me,” I say to brother Bishop.  “She dumped you???,” replied Bishop, “yep,” says me.  “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” Bishop taunts. I believe it was the summer of 1982 when this all came about, 30 years ago and it’s still burned in my brain.  Woe was me […]

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Defining Terror

Defining Terror   By SirWilho   I’m going to ease into this topic of Terror by first writing about its preceding  levels.  My order leading up to Terror would be this: Startled, Scared, Frightened, Shocked, and finally, Terror itself. Being Startled is when your brother hides under the bed for hours waiting for you to […]

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A Pontificating Dilemma

A Pontificating Dilemma

A Pontificating Dilemma By: SirWilho   I am in a dilemma, maybe even a quandary of sorts.  I have come to the conclusion that I am not as smart as I think I am. Here’s the problem, I am not creative and tend to be less gifted in the creative/imaginative arena so therefore when I […]

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My Buddy Swifty

My Buddy Swifty   By SirWilho   Everyone needs a friend like my buddy Swifty.  I am very fortunate to have people like him in my life.  Swifty has the ability to take away the intermittent sting of reality by simply being in his presence. If I was to describe his demeanor, it would be […]

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The Long Drive

The Long Drive   by SirWilho   No way could I possibly hit the golf ball 900 yards so I laid into it with the mightiest of swings.  A cleaner hit was impossible and this ball went screaming to the man near the hole, his ice fishing hole. The hypnotic jigging of his pole was […]

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