Stealing Stories

My purse swung off my shoulder and plopped into my office chair. I went for my coffee cup. Then I noticed the barbecue sauce splattered all over the file cabinet. "Eww . . . this is really gross and weird," I thought as I cleaned it off. The thick red sauce splatters were clinging to tables and desks and file cabinets. Hand-prints told me that someone had eaten a sloppy meal and fondled my cubicle. Weird. A day passed. An...

I worked in Tombstone at Diamond Jim's Olde Tyme Photo Studio dressing people up like saloon girls and cowboys and taking their pictures with a hundred-and-eighty-year-old camera that went POOF and running to the back to dip the sheets of paper from between the glass into a chemical in a little red-lit room and selling the pictures to smiling parents and lovers and bikers and tourists, but someone was stealing from the ti...

Trolling around story sites Looking to prey on Independent writers. Seeing well-crafted stories posted by The original author. Picking one with a high Number of votes, It gets snatched and Posted in the thief’s Username, passing it off As his or her own. The thief loves those sites. “They’ll never notice,” Says the thief. The authors noticed, Did their research on Plagiarism, Found their stories, Caused a ruckus over The...