(a Legendary White Dog story) They had been on the road for about two days when an old man in a ’64 Apache stopped and took them most of the way to Sioux Falls. A salesman picked them up on Route 90 just before the state patrol passed by and would have arrested them both …
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Untitled Legendary White Dog Story
Harriet became insanely jealous whenever he would talk about Amanda and the dog. Living with Morgan in the trailer was sometimes nice but most of the time, trying. Whatever she did, she could never compete with Morgan’s past. The pit of which he always spoke was somewhere, about fifty miles to the southwest—no longer there, …
Untitled Legendary White Dog Story
Morgan really loved it when it would rain. He enjoyed feeling the large drops of water that came crashing down on his back and he couldn’t help being refreshed as he wiped the water out of his eyes and ran his wet fingers through his wet hair. But most of all, he got immense pleasure …
Green Lab Experiment
Masthead
Untitled Legendary White Dog Story
“Thanks,” he said as he got down on his knees to think about what he had just done. “I really can’t remember how it all started but I am trying my best.” He took a deep drag on the cigarette that Amanda had just thrown to him. He looked at the dog and slowly began …
The Legendary White Dog Goes to Hollywood
“I’ll never forget the time,” said Morgan, as he rolled up his sleeve to keep his cuffs from getting dirty, “the time that the Legendary White Dog took a bite our of his leg when they were filming Witness in South Philly in 1984.” “Who’s leg?” queried Amanda, as she bent to sift out of …
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A Fairy Tale
There was much to do in Pixyland that day. King Raoul was to celebrate his Gold Jubilee, 50 years as monarch of this little kingdom, nestled somewhere in the mountains between the Kingdom of Oz and Never-Never Land. King Raoul had declared that this day was to be a day of celebration and to show …
A Legendary White Dog Story
Morgan’s Folly
“It really doesn’t matter if we waste our lives in worthless pursuits,” said Morgan as he continued to dig even deeper. “I think that the important thing is that we pursue something.” The Legendary White Dog turned around to look in the hole. It was about nine or ten feet deep at this point. He …