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  • July 27, 2008 / by Robin Munson

    LOTTO

    “Matthew, our paper got soaked last night. I’m going down to the liquor store to get another one. You want anything?” “No, thanks, hon. I’m gonna take a shower. Care to join me?” “Thanks. But my mother warned me about boys like you. First thing you know you’ll be soaping me up. Then where’ll we

  • December 11, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    THE BUZZ – PART FOUR

    Preface: This is the final installment in my semi-semi autobiographical short story. The first installment was on December 7th. The ending is a case of pure wishful thinking on my part, but hey – Why let the truth get in the way of a good story? Enjoy! THE BUZZ – PART FOUR They dropped off

  • December 10, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    THE BUZZ – PART THREE

    Preface: This is the third installment in a short story I wrote a few years back. The first installment was on December 7th. Hope you like it! THE BUZZ – PART THREE It started quite by accident. Holly Mossback rang their doorbell one Thursday afternoon. She had come over to pick up a few tapes.

  • December 9, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    THE BUZZ – PART TWO

    Preface: In case you are just dropping in for the first time, this is the second part in a short story. Part One was posted yesterday (December 7th). THE BUZZ – PART TWO Sami was crushed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she headed out for her broken down Renault.

  • December 8, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    THE BUZZ – PART ONE

    Preface: For the next couple of days, I am going to be sharing a short story I wrote a few years ago. It is loosely (and I do mean VERY loosely) autobiographical, based on the part of my life that has been a recurring theme: the music business. Hope you will enjoy. Thanks! THE BUZZ-

  • November 10, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    ME & GEORGE BURNS

    ME & GEORGE BURNS (Author’s Note: Just for the record – This is fiction. RM). It happened so quickly, I didn’t have time to be scared. I remember that I was pulling into the next lane. I had my left turn signal on, and I glanced back over my shoulder to make sure the coast

  • November 7, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    DANCING BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS

    DANCING BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS A boy and a girl, Henry and Rose, were so much in love, that they couldn’t wait to get married. Although she was only sixteen and he was only seventeen, it didn’t matter to them. They asked for their parents’ blessing, but their parents could only shake their heads and say