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âWelcome to the 6:00 news. Iâm your anchor, Oswald Faux. In an attempt to combat the overpopulation crisis in the United States, a new groundbreaking study was conducted. The results of this study conclude that one in three men over the age of 30 have had a vasectomy. â Oswald habitually tapped his stack of blank papers against the desk and looked toward his coanchor in one swift motion, âPretty interesting stuff, Veronica.ââAbsolutely, that is a shocking number. Didn't you have one last year?ââWhy, yes, I did! I must say th...
My name is Lou, short for Loser. I can prove it if you donât believe me: My birth certificate lists me as one Loser Wilkinsâ six pounds, eleven ounces, buck naked and as ugly as an anglerfish. Few people know my full name, otherwise they'd think that I suffered from depression or whatever the politically correct term is nowadays. For some reason, introducing yourself as âLoserâ makes someone wonder why you think that way about yourself. On the bright side, though, bullies are nonexistent since my name does all the work for them. It takes ...
Maria nursed her fourth shot of vodka in her hands. As the warm sting surged down her throat, she marveled at her capacity to destroy anything that was good in her pathetic life. She slammed the shot glass down on the counter. âAnother,â she commanded without eye contact. The bartender shot a slightly irritated look in her direction and returned with another shot, which she downed thanklessly once it was within reach. The burn from the vodka was starting to die down. Drinking now longer caused pain, but was filling her with relief. The go...
Jack scanned the dozens of arriving flights on the massive screen near baggage claim. Flight 5021 was listed as being on-time in bright yellow letters. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. He pushed through his discomfort, knowing that it would just be a few more minutes until he would meet his sister for the first time. Jack took a few deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm himself before he walked over to have a seat on a vacated airport bench. Usually, Jack enjoyed watching others move about their day. He innocen...
âAre you ready?â Camilla looked at me with soft blue eyes. They were the eyes that could tell a thousand stories and hold a thousand secrets. I tried to hold her gaze, but my eyes kept falling on the cold, unforgiving sidewalk. I stood there as still as a statue as I considered the options before me. I had a decision to make and neither outcome seemed particularly desirable. The wind was cool against my face. Fluorescent lights were splashed across a dark blue sky. My neighborhood was quiet. From the looks of it, I was sure t...
I knew the accident was going to change my life forever. I just didnât realize how much. My own recollection of that night is fuzzy. The doctors said something about a head-on collision, a coma, and paralysis. I guess Iâll have to take their word for it. What I do remember is saying goodbye to my wife and telling her I loved her right before my vision faded to black and I slipped out of consciousness. My wife, Betty, died that day. She was gone instantly, no pain, no suffering, no fear. Iâm grateful for that, at least. From ...
Samantha Iâve been waiting my whole life to sit next to Ryan Greene, but why wonât he notice me? I guess he is only the most popular, most beautiful boy in the whole school. Why would he go for a girl with short hair and glasses like me? Wishful thinking, huh? I spent extra time this morning trying to look my best so that heâd finally notice me, but that will never happen. Maybe if I tried out for the cheer squadâŠmaybe if I did sports. I donât know. Would we even share the same interests? I try a...
âI told you to bring a map! Weâve been driving for hours! Are you sure weâre in the right place?ââYes I'm sure! We have Siri. Sheâs never wrong.â Even as the words came out of his mouth, John wasnât entirely positive that he believed them himself, but heâd never admit that out loud.âLook around, John! Weâre in the middle of nowhere.â âI can see that! This is a shortcutâŠI think.ââSome shortcut. Do you even know where we are?âJohn scoffs loudly, âUh, yeah! Weâre onâŠumâŠHighway 27âŠin Brickston, North Da...
David What would you do if you were the last person on Earth? David remembered laughing at this question that his wife, Rebecca, asked him months ago. All of his thoughts and memories seemed to have blurred into one big incomprehensible blob, yet he remained strikingly clear about this memory. It was as if his mind was desperate to retain some memory of the woman whose bed he shared for fifteen years. He often wondered why it was this particular memory that most often resurfaced to the forefront of his consciousn...
Your time had finally arrived. You look out the window as the pale light of the morning sun seeps through the windows, blanketing you with warmth. The view from your quiet neighborhood puts you at ease. This is how you always liked it. Solitude. No one to distract you. No one to judge you. Only you and the comforting privacy of your humble home. You feel a smile spreading across your face. Everything in your body feels lighter. Your time had finally arrived. For twelve years you have wanted to learn the piano. For ...
Deborah and Cindy were liars. They could smile through their teeth and fool even the most cynical of people. It wasnât always this way. There was a time when they might have considered each other friendsâno, acquaintances. But now life had snuck in and pushed these women apart. On the corner of the cul-de-sac they stood, waiting for their children to arrive home from school. Deborah looked at Cindy and said in the daintiest way possible, âWonderful weather weâre having, isnât it?ââWhy, yes, itâs be...
âCome on, Pat!â âLeave me alone, Jerry!â I lifted the lid on my Apple laptop and painstakingly made my way to the most daunting sight I could ever lay my eyes on: a blank page. As far as I knew, no elixir existed that could magically make a full-fledged novel appear out of nowhere. Iâd be lying if I said I hadnât searched for it. Yes, there was a story lurking behind that page. As Michelangelo said about his famous David sculpture, âIt is easy. You just chip away the stone that doesnât look like David.â For me, I h...
âHe came into my room again last night.â âWho did, dad?â âYou know who damn well who. The man whoâs been after me for months. I woke up and he had his hands over my mouth. He leaned down next to me and whispered, âI know what you did, and Iâm going to kill you for it.â He even threatened you, Sherri, and my grandkids too! Little Tommy and Ayla, heâs going to kill them! God, Robert, why donât you ever believe me?â Robert looked into his fatherâs eyes. He felt the tears pounding from behind his eyes, but he...
The man standing on the sidewalk in front of my apartment wasnât somebody that I wanted to meet. I knew that instantly. He stood about 5â9â with steely white hairâa la Albert Einsteinâand a face void of any emotion. A cigarette was permanently affixed to his left hand. I noticed him as I rounded the corner of my apartment complex, a renovated historic hotel located in the central business district of town. He had his gaze fixated on the buildings across the street. That was fortunate. I didnât want him to see me. Every step that I took w...
They say that nothing good ever happens after midnight, but I was sure that Iâd be the exception. The TV was on in the background, an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S was trying relentlessly to convince me that it was a comedy by bland, repetitive laugh tracks. Why did I watch that show? I guess it had something to do with peer pressure. It was taboo to dislike the popular shows. If you said you disliked anything that the general population adored, then it would be in your best interest to sleep behind locked doors and boarded-up windows with a 2...
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