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Tats Collins

Tats Collins

Freelance Journalist since late 90's

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tattooschips stories

I create short stories about anything that comes to my mind. It won't be toxic to read. I hope you enjoy it
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Articles : 12
Since : 01/08/2020

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Summer Evening

Summer Evening

The way that Henry Armstrong was covered didn't appear to him to demonstrate that he was dead: he had consistently been a hard man to persuade. That he truly was covered, the declaration of his faculties constrained him to concede. His stance - level upon his back, with his hands crossed upon his stomach and attached with something that he effortle
The Kindest

The Kindest

"They positively are decent individuals," I consented to my significant other's perception, utilizing the conversational expression with an awareness that it was definitely not "pleasant" English, "and I'll wager that their three kids are preferable raised over the vast majority of - " "Two kids," remedied my significant other. "Three, he let me kn

belgians eyes

The wondering look deepened in Belgian's eyes as he followed his aunt; he belonged to a generation that is supposed to be over-fond of the role of mere spectator, but looking at napkins that one did not mean to buy was a pleasure beyond his comprehension. Mrs. Bander held one or two napkins up to the light and stared fixedly at them, as though she
Childhood Story

Childhood Story

As a subject fitting to the season, I need to educate you concerning a New Year's morning meal which I had when I was a young lady. What do you think it was? A cut of dry bread and an apple. This is the means by which it occurred, and it is a genuine story, each word. As we came down to breakfast that morning, with gleaming countenances and spandy
The Shoemakers Decision

The Shoemakers Decision

It was Christmas Eve. Marya had for quite some time been wheezing on the oven; all the paraffin in the little light had worn out, yet Fyodor Nilov still sat at work. He would some time in the past have flung aside his work and gone out into the road, however a client from Kolokolny Lane, who had a fortnight before requested a few boots, had been in
The Boy with the Funny Hat

The Boy with the Funny Hat

One bright fall evening a youngster wandered away from its discourteous home in a little field and entered a backwoods imperceptibly. It was cheerful from another perspective of opportunity from control, glad in the chance of investigation and experience; for this present kid's soul, in groups of its precursors, had for a huge number of years been
Cars of Oblivion

Cars of Oblivion

The vehicles came scudding in towards Dublin, running uniformly like pellets ready of the Naas Road. At the peak of the slope at Inchicore tourists had assembled in bunches to watch the vehicles careering toward home and through this channel of destitution and inaction the Continent sped its riches and industry. Once in a while the bunches of indiv
The Lady with the Necklace

The Lady with the Necklace

She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, like destiny had screwed up over her, into a group of craftsmans. She had no marriage divide, no desires, no methods for getting known, comprehended, adored, and married by a man of riches and qualification; and she let herself be offered to a little representative in the Ministry of Education. H

the valley

Many times I walked through that valley, and longer and longer would I pause in the spectral half-light where the giant trees squirmed and twisted grotesquely, and the grey ground stretched damply from trunk to trunk, some times disclosing the mound-stained stones of buried temples. And always the goal of my fancies was the mighty vine-grown wall w

Chamelion

He sees the aforementioned man in the unbuttoned waistcoat standing close by the gate of the timber-yard, holding his right hand in the air and displaying a bleeding finger to the crowd. On his half-drunken face there is plainly written: "I'll pay you out, you rogue!" and indeed the very finger has the look of a flag of victory. In this man Otchumy