Author Archives: Nick Panetta

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Date. Part 2

Melissa surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that lay snug inside her walk-in closet. It was more of a step-in closet but despite its dimensions it did its job and suited her less than sizable wardrobe. She gave herself a … Continue reading

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From Another Mother -“Porcupines Can Swim?”

INT.LIVING ROOM NIGHT COLD OPENING JOHN and PETER are watching TV TV COMMERCIAL (V.O.) Next up on Bear Grylls grills. Bear Grylls grills a grizzly bear while being grilled by Jill Beers. Promoting her new show Jill Beers grills Bare … Continue reading

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Learning How to Swim

She looked so God damn beautiful swimming in that pool of love, so natural, floating with ease. “Come on in, the water’s fine.” She said, splashing him with affection. He laughed nervously. He was too afraid to jump. He didn’t … Continue reading

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Ronnie the Reindeer’s Christmas Journey

It was a warm December afternoon and Ronnie the Reindeer was staring out into the Pacific Ocean.  He was doing that a lot this month, his first December in sunny San Diego.  You see, Ronnie wasn’t from around here. Where … Continue reading

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Ass Kicking Time

It’s Friday 10:30pm, ass kicking time. Every Friday and Saturday from 10:30pm to 3:00am is ass kicking time. For the past few weeks me and my crew had found a new past time and that’s right, you guessed it, it … Continue reading

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Montpellier Rousche

There was a man who knew all the answers. He had the knowledge of all wise men past present and future. Not only were his thoughts full of wisdom, logic and intellect they were arranged into beautiful lines of poetry. … Continue reading

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The Woods

In his youth he spent his days collecting needles from pine and the fallen leaves of last season in order to burn them throughout the night. They burned hot and bright enough to his liking but the pace of these … Continue reading

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