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I hope nobody takes this as another one of those awful SPAM posts. I just wanted to share a link to this small but budding Story SLAM website, featuring stories told live by local (Ann Arbor, MI) entrepreneurs. Other story lovers like me might...

Velocity 

 

The m16 is an air-cooled, gas-operated, magazine-fed, shoulder fired rifle. It was first fielded in 1962. At 8.8 ponds the M16 is light enough to be carried in any engagement. It has twenty-seven...

When I moved to portland in 2003 I had uprooted myself to avoid getting trapped in Florida,where I grew up.  I figured I could work paycheck to paycheck and make art on the side just about anywhere, so why not find a place that rang true?

My mother and fathergrew up in the 1970's in Mt. Vernon ,New York. I always heard stories of how great things were, you know the typical "Back in the day" mess.High school sweethearts they were and they wanted nothing more than to be...

I never knew I was a car slut until I saw the Porsche Boxster waiting for carpool passengers at the North Berkeley BART station.

Am audio story about my great-grandmother Sofia who passed away at 105 y.o. and about myself; a story about living between two worlds.

I wrote this poem as a new immigrant in the U.S. At the time I was working 80-100 hrs/week in...

I was living in Odessa, TX, my hometown, at the time. I had been going through some rough times and had stayed early into the morning talking things out with a friend at his apartment. When I left, I stopped by a gas station to pick up some oil...

What happens when a claustraphobic college student and his friend decide to explore a mysterious underground tunnel in the middle of winter in Fairbanks, Alaska?  Short answer: lots of screaming and a visit from the police.  This short...

I have shared the story as a recording uploaded below...

Let me know if you need it in another format thanks KG

In late January 2011 a student of mine brought a loaded handgun into my sophomore world history class.  I’m thankful every single day that he kept the weapon in his backpack and had no intention of using it at school.  By all...

I grew up in a religous household and often my days were peppered with my mother or grandmother humming hymns while doing housework.  On Sundays, more often than not, my mother would sing in the choir.  I remember thinking it is the...

 

Greg’s father coached sports in the local schools.  One summer day a group of us wanted a pickup baseball game and the guy who usually brought the bats and balls was not around.  Greg said ‘I can get what we...

Sometime in 2004, might have been 2003, I went for the weekend and my house was broken into. 

All my jewelry was stolen.  Not like I am a high roller, with lots of bling..I'm an artist.  My jewelry collection was like a...