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I have 72 stories published in
2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 46112 times
and 16 of my stories have been cherry picked.
Bill Rayburn
My stories
Kicked Out of Bangkok For Moral Turpitude
Poking fun at the semi-famous group of Oakland Raider (American football) fans in the south endzone occupying what is called The Black Hole. They are an unruly bunch, unpolished, uneducated and unbelievably loyal.(394 words) Adult Humor.
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- 320 reads
Garbage Chutes
Humor. A short piece on how, in a perfect world, we could rid it of the assholes very efficiently and appropriately.
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- 532 reads
Serendipity, Thy Name is Death
Enclosed is a short story, titled “Serendipity, Thy Name is Death”. A young man poised to graduate from college comes home for a weekend to commiserate with his sister, herself a recent high school grad, as to what their next steps will be. (approx. 4800 words)
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- 440 reads
An Afternoon Can Last Forever, in Provence (part 2 of 2)
Enclosed is a short story, titled “An Afternoon Can Last Forever, In Provence” (approx. 6500 words). A wandering American stumbles on a hidden natural paradise in southeast France, inhabited by a woman who looks like him, thinks like him, and with whom he shares a fear of love. Over wine and assorted gnoshables, they bare their souls and watch as they unfold themselves in ways they never have before.
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- 414 reads
An Afternoon Can Last Forever, in Provence (part 1 of 2)
Enclosed is a short story, titled “An Afternoon Can Last Forever, In Provence” (approx. 6500 words). A wandering American stumbles on a hidden natural paradise in southeast France, inhabited by a woman who looks like him, thinks like him, and with whom he shares a fear of love. Over wine and assorted gnoshables, they bare their souls and watch as they unfold themselves in ways they never have before.
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- 353 reads