Short Stories by Aimee Louise 
(Info: Bulent put this category on here to jumpstart Aimee's ass into finishing her stories, at least, that's what Aimee's procrastinating posterior thinks he's up to...so, here goes nothin'...)
Introduction:
Over the years, Aimee has written a few stories, most of which are loosely based on her North Country childhood.  One by one, she'll polish them up -just a bit- and deposit them here.  If you dare read them, be warned: it's a bit like looking in her wardrobe...a disorganized collection of outmoded styles, which never went together well in the first place, possibly never fit... unmended hems hanging down, that stained sweatshirt she can't bear to part with because it's sooooo comfortable... You get the picture. In fact, she suspects that most of your closets look the same. If so, perhaps you'd like to follow suit (pun unintentional): mix up those metaphors, weed out all but your very best black, relish the clashes of color... and toss the clothes you really wear in a pile on the chair.

The following are excerpts from a book she's been working on forever:

"THE LAND OF LINOLEUM"