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Early 2016, noticing a feature in The Boston Sunday Globe, 50 Words, I became enthralled with this format. To take an experience or an observation and distill it down to exactly fifty words, no more, no less, and have readers absorb and enjoy like I did, presented...
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“Social Media Is Not Real Life,” – Essena O’Neill “Nothing Reads Like Real Life” – me After three years of FaceBook-ing/Instagram-ing/Tweeting, amassing nearly a half a million ‘friends’ and followers, after securing...
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The men were wearing denim vests over their t-shirts. Sewn on the back of the vests was a full three-piece outlaw motorcycle club patch. The gray top rocker with blue letters said Skuldmen—directly below it was a rectangular MC patch—the bottom rocker said New York....
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The small of band of Skuldmen MC pulled out and hit the Wilbur Cross Parkway again. Side by side, the best way to ride, they screamed down the picturesque highway in central Connecticut. Ten minutes later they blasted through the Heroes Tunnel in West Rock Ridge....
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“Is this all of you? I mean, are there others?” “How many members we have is really not any of your business,” Jimmie retorted. Chapter 17, page 154, One Light Coming: A Biker’s Story (Book 3 in a series published by Blockhead City Press released on October 1,...
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“Interesting crew you have here.” “Nothing but the best. We’re one big family. We don’t exactly fit the image and standards the rest of society seems to consider everybody should live by. We live just a little off the grid, on the fringe.” Jake gave Jimmie a...
