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Jellybean Highfive and the White Blindness
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Jellybean Highfive and the White Blindness

Jellybean Highfive fell for it again. It was a trick, he realized now, long after anything could be done about it. The clown walked away and Jellybean just stood there, stationary, like a piece of paper lying on a hotel desk. He somehow found the intestinal fortitude to raise his head up proudly, like a…

Jellybean Highfive and the Solitary Road of Streets
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Jellybean Highfive and the Solitary Road of Streets

Jellybean Highfive’s unofficial detective business was booming -if booms are what explosions make. Oh, the devastation, he thought. It had blown up in his face, his third case –The Case of the Bulimic Fatty. He had found the truth at the bottom of the case, but had uncovered it in such a way as to…

Jellybean Highfive and the British Chips
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Jellybean Highfive and the British Chips

Jellybean Highfive found it ironic that the least ironic person he knew worked at an iron quarry. How ironic, he thought. Then he thought something else. He looked long and hard at Chip Beetle, the aforementioned friend. Chip had a mustache. “Anyway, so that’s what I came to talk to you about,” Jellybean said, finishing…

Jellybean Highfive and the Hyphenated Brew (Ha-Ha)
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Jellybean Highfive and the Hyphenated Brew (Ha-Ha)

Like a domesticated, but powerful, robot-god, Jellybean Highfive made himself at home. He lived here after all. Whose business was it if he just sat there at the dinner-table in his three-piece suit holding a gun in one hand and a glass of near-beer in the other, with lighted candles and soon-to-be lit cigarillos? Whose?…

Last (featuring Jellybean Highfive and C.S. Lewis, among others)
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Last (featuring Jellybean Highfive and C.S. Lewis, among others)

Jellybean Highfive stood at the entrance of the house called Diffident Manor. He walked in reluctantly, stood in the doorway in an unassuming fashion. He had been invited here by invitation. ‘Place looks odd,’ he thought inside his mind, with his thoughts. “Hello, stranger,” a voice said from in front of him. The voice belonged…

BLAST TO SMITHEREENS: Audiobooks, Stock, & My Wild Foray Into the Teeth of the Essential Oils Cartel
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BLAST TO SMITHEREENS: Audiobooks, Stock, & My Wild Foray Into the Teeth of the Essential Oils Cartel

January News Hallo! We are literally having a blast. You are being blasted to Smithereens. Or I am blasting to Smithereens. Somebody is exploding here. #Smithereens #Blast #Successing It’s all happening. November and December were bananas and we were not quite able to keep up with demand and have over and over run out of…

Literary Critic Raves at Emerging Ukelele Talent: “Greatest…hands down.”

Literary Critic Raves at Emerging Ukelele Talent: “Greatest…hands down.”

“S.D. Smith is the greatest ukelele player who has written stories about me, hands down,” said Jellybean Highfive, interesting person. “Seriously, put your hands down. Right now,” he went on. “He also has beautiful hair,” he added, “and a firm grip on the intricacies of the religious habits of birds. I expect his forthcoming volume,…