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I’m a sheep in wolf’s clothing. Not really; I don’t even own a fur. But that’s a good explanation for my biggest fear. I fear that someday someone - or, even worse, I - will figure out that I’m not this person, husband, father, friend, professional, whatever. Think of that. Everything you do every day …
It's still anyone's game. Big win by "Uber Deer", but Matt stays atop the standings by the slimmest of margins. TheMuggo.com is where the real March madness happens: Week Two Results Place Story/Author Points 1st "Uber Deer" written by Jim Herr 29% 8 2nd "Crastination" written by Adam Silver 25% 7 T-3rd "Returns" written by …
We finally made it to the last week of The Muggo Writing Contest! This week the contestants are writing about their greatest fears in life. Strap in, folks! This is gunna be one heck of a ride. I didn't fully anticipate just how deep the guys would go with their stories, so I'm going to …
Hey hey! Week Three of the Muggo Writing Contest is complete. Now it's up to you, dear reader, to tell us who will win the week! Haven't read the stories yet? Go here first. We're collecting donations! The money will be given to the charity of the winner's choice. Click here for details on that. We're …
“Call it” said the doctor, "There’s nothing left to do. I’ve done what could And now I should Give up, this patient’s through. No miracle of medicine Can save this escaped soul. For earthly wealth Can’t buy good health The years exact their toll. How fast the nipping puppy Matures to an aged cur His …
It was early morning, dawn, at The Saturn juice bar; The doctor, my client, hired me, Frisco, PI, rock star. She was suspicious, concerned, her husband left early; In the evenings, around 9:30, he became surly. The only cure, she said, was to put him to bed; The next morning, in the gloom, sometimes rain, …
The old man sits in the chair, thinking to himself of the lords prayer. The man wonders if this is a pattern, like the rings one finds on the planet Saturn. The puppy whines in a crate, rising the mans heart rate. The doctor gives him the news, the mango caused the bruise.
A series of Haiku poems: Water bottles half-full in fridge No one will ever drink the rest The puppy is always hydrated * * * Bites the chip lips open Nothing to catch the crumbs that tumble Close your mouth when chewing * * * I would never say this But I can say …
The only reason that I’m writin' this rhyme, Is to show you fools that this comp is mine You may use fancy words to show off your smarts, Yet two of you fools wrote about poopin' and farts Did you turn yours in late Mr. Postcrastinated? Youd’ve been better off sayin a puppy ate it …
Did ever a dog refuse a bone? Or find itself unwilling to dig? Could one lay still while another passed by? To me, that seems implausible. Over and over these thoughts cascade through my mind. Rover, why are you the way you are? She looked at my face and knew I was unwell. Atrophy of …
