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by cjross
Jul 15, 2014

I recently attended my friend Adam’s funeral and could not believe how much I laughed. It seemed disrespectful to laugh so much at a funeral service. The deceased’s younger brother gave the eulogy. The first thing he mentioned was how...

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by Danielle
Jul 11, 2014

It all happened very quickly, a blur really. It is hard to tell if the sequence of these events is even truly accurate. This is a dark time in my life that I often try to forget but realized that sometimes we need to fall down in order to stand...

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by GPA3022
Jul 10, 2014

This story is the sequel to the Moth Storytelling Slam winning story "Bully"(My Chocolate Milk). I believe that bullies are not regular and must be dealt with in the fashion that they deal with their victims. This is what i did in the...

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by cjross
Jul 05, 2014

I was working day work 7am-5pm in New York City at Gateway National Recreation Area in Brooklyn. I decided to park my police car along the Belt Parkway and walk along the beach. The beach was an area adjacent Dead Horse Bay that car thieves...

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by cjross
Jul 04, 2014

On July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. I remember the date fondly because my cousin Tommy made me watch it. I was six years old and was more concerned with enjoying the freedom of summer's warmth. My cousin Tommy was five years...

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by cjross
Jul 04, 2014

Staff Sergeant Kemp hated me from day one. I was a college kid and a surfer in the army to pay for college. I was vocal about my intention to perform one enlistment to pay for college, get out and return to college to finish my degree. Staff...

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by Maño Garcia
Jul 01, 2014

An encounter with Law Enforcement at the local E.R. My girlfriend the ex-deputy tending and I'm left to secure her gun with cops and handcuffed bad guys just next door. I know I'll hide it in the doritos bag...yee, that's it.

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by DeeEss
Jul 01, 2014

Memories without the feelings are like facts in a history book. But a crazy thing happened, and I got the feelings back. (Text is abridged. Audio version is a more detailed story - 15 mins)

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by cjross
Jun 26, 2014

My Grandmother was Vesta Gertrude Pattinson. She lived on Annabelle Avenue in Brooklyn Park, Maryland. She was my only living Grandmother as a child, so I based everything I knew about grandparents on her. She bore the weight of that...

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by NeuroBlue
Jun 26, 2014

Have you ever wondered what happens after CSI leave a crime scene? Or how animal researchers feel about euthanizing their animals? This story is about my experience with dirty jobs, specifically crime scene clean up and animal neurobiology...

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by MollyExam1
Jun 24, 2014

There is no end in site

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by cjross
Jun 24, 2014

I have a lifelong passion for reading and writing. My Mom and my Aunt Vera supported my love of reading by taking me to the library of a weekly basis growing up. I've written a daily journal since elementary school. I was motivated by the...

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by cjross
Jun 13, 2014

In 1980, my high school decided to replace homecoming parade floats with murals. I was senior who never could be called Mister School Spirit. I was on the stage crew and the newspaper staff. I never considered myself political or an activist...

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by cjross
Jun 09, 2014

My friend Andy killed himself after returning from active reserve military duty. A mutual friend called out of the blue and said I've got some bad news for you, our friend Andy's killed himself. I was disappointed, sad, and not the least...

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by cjross
May 29, 2014

In 1995, my friends and I decided to climb the 14,495 foot Mount Whitney. The mountain had a heavy snowpack from winter, so we knew snowshoes would be mandatory. We planned the climb for several weeks. We drove 500 miles from San Francisco across...