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scott crisp's Writings

Short Story
Dec.17.2008
My opponent is defeated, lying motionless on the canvas as I revel in the adulation of the motley, boisterous crowd. Sucking in air, still thoroughly winded from the preceding battle, I place my feet on either side of my fallen adversary and place my hands on the back of my head. Smirking lasciviously, I gyrate my hips in a circle, rhythmically grinding over the...
Short Story
Oct.13.2008
                  My junior year, we traveled to Springfield, Illinois for a two-game set. Our hotel sat in the heart of downtown, facing the capitol building. These two buildings were seemingly the only two in the area that did not indiscreetly tie themselves to Abraham Lincoln in some way or another.                 Every five feet, you would run into some...