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Bad Blood—George Davis
Lulu Belle Dow and I have been going together for two years. Our relationship could be, what some call, incendiary. We have ups and downs; mostly downs. I admit, most of the time I am at fault. I am, as was my father, and grandfather before him, a home-body.
Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Courtney Halverson, of the Long Island Halversons. ...
“We’re gon’ buy Elmer McCurdy’s body. That’s what we’re gon’ do.” Ellen leaned into her best friend Harlan’s side, her features locked with seriousness. She was all Russett hair and messy braids with a splattering of sawdust freckles along the tops of her cheeks. As much as her hair stood out among the folks in town, it was easy for the prairie’s natural colors to capture the essence of Ellen’s features and hide her away as she dreamt about what it might be like to leave the boringness of Oklahoma. Nothing exciting ...
LUCID DREAM: The Unbroken Curse
Arguments get closer
Sounds get nearer and nearer
A loud thud as Katharina, princess of Glenthrone approach the throne room in what looks like an argument between the great king of Erlgin and his son Prince Charles, her betroth and soon to be groom.
Followed by a loud sound as the heated argument between the kin...
I’ve always been lucky. Never a speeding ticket not reversed, finding money, I even stumbled into my job when I didn’t apply.
With the peering eyes over my shoulder, I withdrew the last 500$ from my bank account. Insufficient funds. Oh the fee. I type in $490. Withdraw. Had to be a multiple of 10.
“Why don’t you just steal the atm itself? It’s got all the money you need.”
“Hah! That’d ...
“Mom, is that you in the photograph?” My daughter was trying her best to grab my attention as I stared at my laptop screen, wondering where I got my presentation wrong. It had been an exhausting day already, my boss seemed pissed during my presentation today for reasons unknown to me and the constant distraction from my daughter was of no help either. When she showed no signs of shutting down anytime soon, I shrugged my ...
“Daddy, what does ‘fuck’ mean?”The word hung in the air like a fart in a crowded elevator. The trip, originally intended as a pleasant getaway for Stan, his wife, and their two children, had become anything but. They quickly discovered the problem with public campgrounds is one is forced to share them with the public.Although Stan worked long hours at the post office, there never seemed to be enough money for a vacation. Finally, in desperation, he marched into his bank and requested a loan. Stan had gone to high school with...
It's 7:30 A.M. on March 10th in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. Special Agent Detective Margaret sat in a small almost vacant diner waiting for her new partner to arrive. Sheriff Black Crow walked out of his patrol vehicle in a very composed manner with his heavy brown leather boots. He entered and tilted his hat to the waitress across the room, then joined the young blonde woman sitting at the booth by the window seat."Hey there, I figured you'd be wanting to meet in T-Town instead", he sat down opposite Margaret and placed his wide ...
"Must have gone partying, I guess," shrugged the maid. He sighed and said to himself,
Then, a small girl came out of the room. Her amber coloured eyes twinkled..
"Olivia, go back to sleep. I'm coming," he said getting a shock. The little girl entered the room. Her ten year old brother was sleeping soundly.
"Where is Mummy?" asked the little girl laying down.
"She went ...
All the ingredients were there in front of Antonio. There was deli-sliced Land-O-Lakes white American cheese, Food Lion Virginia baked ham, organic salted butter, and Wonder Bread. Yes, Antonio wasn’t much of a gourmet chef, but he could make one mean grilled cheese sandwich. Today, there was one last ingredient: undying love.“How much longer?” came a feeble voice from the back bedroom.“Not long, my love. Your wait is almost over,” Antonio answered cheerfully, trying hard to disguise his sadness.
In the dark of dusk and the flicker of candlelight he hit her. She fell to the dirt floor, the world around her spinning into oblivion. She closed her eyes. In the flickering shadows he kicked her, first in the abdomen and then in the face. She tried to cry out but could not. Blood pooled on the ground around her; her face lay half-submerged in dark crimson. The warm taste of liquid iron, blood seething from her crushed nose and jaw, her ripped lips. She kept her eyes closed and waited for the impact of the harsh ...
“I’ll never leave you” is the funniest statement to me in any love story. It doesn’t always happen as you have always known. Never once did I imagine he could do this to me, no, us. Not just the two of us, but another two of our own kind.He could have waited for our silver wedding but…He left me.Too much in a hurry to leave.Not stopping once to think what and who he’ll be leaving behind. He just left.Before that, he was the best thing that ever happened to me. This is not me writing a tribute of some sor...
The sky was raining gold the night that loneliness became a friend. Street vendors clamored under the golden fire, plying their trades for a hope to feed their families. Rich and poor battled to be heard through the explosions, and I sat beneath it all. Soggy popcorn grew cold in a greasy bag that dangled from my fingertips. A couple behind me was sprouting some new age bullshit about how the fireworks contained t...
Write a story that involves a reflection in a mirror.
Sam entered the room and counted his steps to locate his favourite mirror. The darkness made it hard to find it with eyes. He took the predefined number of steps and came across the mirror. He saw his reflection, somewhat different from him. The sound and eyes were the only things that connected Sam with the reflection. The physical feature would be difficult t...
It was Sunday night, the rain has been shower over the day,I was sitting on the wooden chair looking my daughter Susan who use her 8th years of age, sleeping in her bed peacefully.Her Mom had died while she was just three months,so that I raised her up till today with my own hands, I do anything I can but can't be better as her Mom.We talk each other as a friend, smile,laught and eat chocolate in every Saturday.I drive her to School in every day.After school I take her with my blue Car.By the way She tolds me how she used her amazi...
“Just past Les Schwab, take a right and go up the hill. You can’t miss it.” And yet, we did, numerous times.
It was the second day of a short October vacation in 2019 and Steve and I had come to Heppner, Oregon seeking historical information regarding a saddle he had purchased years ago from a good friend. The high-backed saddle he still rides in today is in great shape f...
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