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	<description>An online fiction/poetry journal that features emotional poetry, eccentric flash fiction, and an irate, sacrastic employee fiction blog by Pyerse Dandridge</description>
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		<title>Our Eden</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 23:38:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		All I could do is think
about how she touched me
I need another moment,
I understand,
she’s busy, I’m about to be busy,
but I’m missing her.
I can’t wait for her touch
It’s been days,
and I’m having one of those days,
I wanna know about her day,
as she jacket comes off.
Even though she wearing
the dress I like,
the perfume I crave,
I just [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Final Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 07:03:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		After hours of driving, and talking to a doctor about my ribs, which there was nothing he could do, I arrived at my home in Sacramento.  Bev, looking like a fine ass Toni Braxton, ran out the house, screaming, as I approached the door.
“Leo, something’s wrong with your son.  He’s beating Sam with [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 9</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 06:02:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		I floored it as she tried to unlock the door.  Kicking her face with my right foot, I was losing control of the van, dodging on coming traffic.  Cussing at me, she grabbed my right foot and tried to pull me out the passenger’s window.  Now, looking like I’m playing Twister, my [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 8</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:58:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		We finally drove the van back to the gas station.  All the while, I been trying to think of ways to get rid of this Redhead.  Brute force clearly didn’t work, so I was was going to need some strategy and finesse.  Suddenly remember that old man at the gas station.  [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		After three tries, I got my son on the phone and immediately asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes dad. I’m not hurt.  I just don’t understand.  How come you can’t be my dad?” He then rambled on about everything he did wrong and what everyone was saying.
“Stop, stop. I am forever your dad.  No ifs, ands, or [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 6</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:22:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Someone said, “Real men don’t cry.” Did that man ever have to walk six and a half miles to a gas station with broken ribs?  No, I don’t think so! But we finally made it to the gas station. Redhead held my hand inside the store, because she’s didn’t want me to run away. [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Nicholas Jeff—Really Babe, Really?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 22:43:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Another reason I can&#8217;t stand this job is that it&#8217;s consumes my time and pretty much limits my personal time.  Yeah, I know what your thinking, “it’s a bad economy, be glad you got a job.”  You know who tells that? All my friends who have $50,000/year jobs with sick leave, vacation pay, [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 5</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 03:47:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Several miles later, Redhead is talking about how she was black listed from her successful family, as I emotionally kicked myself in the ass.  She talked about her dreams to be a model to prove to her family she’s better, as I tried to imagine a life without my son and my wife.  [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Nicholas Jeff&#8211;Dammit, Not Today, Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 06:42:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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Over the next few hours, I was knocked out cold.  I’m surprised the police didn’t come over.  But then again, the neighbors really don’t get into other people affairs.  This was probably the most anti-social neighborhood I ever lived in.  Luckily, my beautiful girlfriend, Chante, woke me up.  Good thing [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>She Passed</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 17:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		She passed today.
Guess it’s my fault—
I shouldn’t have let her
love that man.
He was an alcoholic.
She was an active Christian
He didn’t work.
She worked at the
boys and girls club
and paid for everything.
He had a high school diploma.
She was a Ph. D candidate. 
I tried to tell her,
but she was addicted to his touch
his caresses, his words.
He was [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Nicholas Jeff&#8211;Dammit, Not Today!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 23:11:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Long time everyone, but it’s me Nicholas Jeff and I’m back!
I don’t know about you, but when I’m tired, I’m drained and anti-social.  The only person I&#8217;d wanna see is my woman.  But if she ain&#8217;t there, I don’t wanna see anyone, no one.  Maybe some family members, but even that’s a [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 08:59:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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Click here for the previous story
Thank God the police showed up.  Two officers stepped out the car, a black man and a white man, wearing pressed dark uniforms and clean cut.  I hoped that all I had to do was tell them the truth, which was hard to believe, and I’d be going home!  Well, [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 08:50:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		New to the story? Please start here from Story 1

It’s about 20 miles later, and that damn Redhead was still talking.  She talked about some of the nastiest men slept with.  I remembered I was trying to ignore this story about her sleeping with a homeless man with no teeth. But she slept [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Comfort Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 06:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Someone comfort me.
I’ve been in my room
for three days. No shower,
body odor’s getting ripe,
and I stare that this 9mm
as if it was the answer.
Meanwhile, the peanut gallery’s opinions
play in my head like a broken record,
as my low self-esteem
turns them into gospel.
Chills of guilt rushes my body as
responsibilities and commitments
escalate into
failures and disappointments.
And I’m just a [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Downfall of Isaac&#8211;Story 1&#8211;Intro</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 01:03:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Lightning stretched across the sky, which caught the eye of Isaac Madeci who was seating in a stolen 1976 Oldsmobile.  His eyes then turn to the police, who are armed and surrounded him in a half moon barricade in from of him.  As the rain danced on the car, he clutched the steering wheel and [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Nicholas Jeff&#8211;My Purpose</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 00:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[William, my favorite manager, had his final day today. He’s been in this industry for 40 years and at Shelly Sholes for about seven. His silvery white hair and pale caramel skin made him a father-like figure, along with his high restaurant IQ. I respected him with no questions. When I wasn’t sure about his decisions, I could calmly discuss it with him. And yet, if I had felt comfortable trusting him with blind faith, I know it would work out for the best, if not I understood his mistake. He’s the kind of manager you wonder why he’s not the general manager.<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>One More Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:25:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		It&#8217;s been hours
since I drove you away.
I’ve been praying that this E &#38; J
can replace you.  I realized,
1 ½ pint later, it can’t.
The air&#8217;s sour and thin as
I&#8217;m vegetating, starring
at a 2 am infomercial.
I can hear the cracking and cricking
hoping it was my phone on vibrate.
Covering myself in a blanket,
my body
trying to mimic
your caresses.
But my [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Heaven Can Wait</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 04:47:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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I really don’t care.
I&#8217;m not going to heaven if
my angel’s here.
I know Heaven’s the reason
I’ve been a good Christian.
But what’s the point in being
in a mansion You made
when the woman You
gave me as a soul mate
isn’t there to make it
a home?
God, please don’t do it to me
Let me explain:
My Bronze soul mate walks
in a swan [...]<br /><div><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://www.pyersedandridge.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>I Screwed Up&#8211;Story 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 06:35:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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I took a few steps away from Redhead, who was standing behind me trying to hear the conversation.
My wife, Bev, screamed over the phone, “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m not sure.  All I know is me and Jimmy drove&#8211;”
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		<title>Dead Wrong Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:45:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pyerse</dc:creator>
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		Dead Wrong Part 2
Which is more important, dignity or money?  Yeah, everyone says dignity, but what if bills are due in three days? I admit, sometimes, something will happen that will make me forget I got bills to pay.  So when do you shallow your pride?  Hmm—
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