I “We get in, get the tree, get out,” says Dad. “Got it?”
Football begins in less than two hours; my family is on the clock. II Marc points out that Christmas trees do not grow in Bethlehem. It would be more authentic to decorate with sand and palm trees.
“It’s tradition,” says Mom. “They represent eternal life.”
“And they smell nice too,” I say. III Holiday Catholics make mass an extra fifteen minutes long and cause a parking lot jam at St. Jude’s church, putting us behind
I was curious what an AI text prompt program would think of the landing page of my website. So I found one (there are so many out there; take your pick) and entered my landing page text: Welcome to CM Stewart Write Writing, reading, prompts, stories, reviews, contests, publishing opportunities. And the AI continued with this (I prompted it to keep writing a number of times): More about me and my writing here. Dragon's Egg This is my favorite story. It's a classic and I'm sti
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Last summer, the lady who lived in the trailer home next door went a little crazy. And she let the place go. Didn’t take out her trash. And from what I saw when I glanced through her front window, she let all her half-eaten food deliveries pile up on the floor. That’s when the rats came. Infested her trailer. Bred and grew into giant rats. Hundreds of them. So many that they spread out into other trailer homes in the park, including mine. And so I called the park office. That