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|  | | A Heartland Voice: Just Folks Two
Jerry Engler, A Heartland Voice, humor stories, historical fiction, romance stories, animal stories, Heartland stories, Midwestern stories, Southwestern stories, small town stories
Oscar Bainesworth Goodfellow, better known as old O.B. Goodfellow himself, listened to the young attorney worrying out loud behind him. "You know, O.B.," said the youthful, black-haired Randall Fairfax, "I've been with you more than a month, and we haven't seen many new cases come through the front door. I really want you to feel justified in hiring me. I'd really like to make partner someday." Gad, thought O.B.,these young attorneys are barely worth the training. Why was the boy hanging around in here anyway? It would be better if he just went to his own office. I want | |  | | Highly Embellished Truth & Some Poetry: Just Folks Three
The book is entered as literary fiction although it includes both fiction short stories and poetry. It includes a wide range of topics from humor, poignancy, the unusual, and history to the very thoughtful and provoking.
Excerpt: From the short story, Oswald K. Underfoot Hears The Wedding Bells Ring.
"We want a formal wedding, and we want at least a six-month courtship, Leon," said Sue Gambel looking her husand in the face with a tight, proud smie on her own face.
The huge fat woman wth newly cut and frizzed black hair standing behind her tried the same kind of smile, but somehow it was coming out as a grimace, particularly with the way she was holding her big knuckles with the valentines tattooed on them tightly against her hips.
Leon Ga | |  | | Just Folks: Earthy Tales of the Prairie Heartland
Fiction short stories predominantly humor, irony, with some history, nostalgia and poignancy. Many are in rural settings. Earthy implies close to the earth
Yes, Harlan Medlam was driven by love to sleep on the bench in the elm-green dappled shadows at noon-time. But he was also given to sit up from time to time, rubbing his stomach where his dinner digested,then rubbing again at his gray-black hair as he listened to his wife of 55 years, Florence, still washing pans in the kitchen. His shiny dark eyes followed her silhouette moving beyond the window screen, and he nervously smacked his lips, grimacing and ungrimacing his farmer's nut-brown face a couple of times. The woman worried him. At dinner she'd said, "You know that bungalow house t |
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He Was Weird
by Michael LeFevre
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 My second book is about a boy who has Asperger's Syndrome and is bullied to the point to where he shoots up his school. I have divided the excerpts from it into three parts: Before, during and after the shooting. |
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