The boat rolled with the lapping swell at the edge of the lake, oars still in the water.
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Julian Edelman's 4th of July Instagram post as Evel Knievel had me thinking again about his HOF cred and prompted me to revisit his incredible 2018 playoff run.
"Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row."
-Ray Bradbury
The old man sat with a large portfolio of sketch paper and a small wooden box of charcoals, pastels, and knives on the bench next to him.
The Internet is a magical place where you can be looking for one thing when you stumble on to a video of a chicken killing and eating a spider.
Best. Spider. Movie. Ever.
A figure that looked like Jimmy Edison stood on a small ridge of wind-blown sand near an untended hedge of rosa rugosa. It was high tide and the crashing of the surf sounded like laughter, like the ocean and the sky and the world was chuckling, snickering, guffawing at some cruel but irresistible joke. Jimmy Edison's partially eaten dead body lay face down in the wet sand just a few feet away with two local police officers crouched over it.