Miss Margelene’s Silver Saloon_The Replica_A Case Of Opposites_The Collection of my Youth
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Miss Margelene’s Silver Saloon
The town woke to discover Miss Margelene’s Silver Saloon had sprung up overnight, tacked onto the end of their only meager road in gaudy glory. The western-most, barely settled settlement of Gomer’s Gulch could only be considered a town in the most generous of estimates, but the people who lived there, mostly foolhardy prospecting men and a smattering of desperate families, called it a town all the same. They already had a saloon, of course; a handful of men camped anywhere long enough always sprouts one. Theirs was called Rabbit’s, the owner’s nickname, but you’d be forgiven for thin...
The Replica
Droplets of paint flick onto the floor as the brush moves along the canvas. A concentrated expression covers my face, and the tip of my tongue sticks out the side of my mouth as I focus on my work. Every detail needs to be perfect, just so, exactly like the original. My hand quivers under the pressure, and in one unintentional motion I accidentally spread the paint 1/10th of an inch too far in the wrong direction. Dammit.I sigh, grabbing the edge of the half completed canvas and tossing it into the piles with the rest of my failures. I set the brush into a cup of cleaning water and flop back i...
A Case Of Opposites
I love my sister. I hate my sister.It’s always been like this. It was never like that. Which one is it?CharmaineThat’s the way Beth sees things. I once peeked in hewww.onedoor.ccr diary and the words were there in black marker pen. My heart bled. Some were even underlined. Our best times together were in the eighties when we were children. Beth was nine and I was seven. The age gap seemed wider then, but in a good way.Beth was there for me when I was scared. There was a gross plastic toy duck that inhabited the top of my wardrobe. When I tried to move it, I was sure it told me my dad would stop loving m...
The Collection of my Youth
I took my weekly quarter allowance to Isaac’s Grocery on Saturday morning and grabbed a pop, chips, and chocolate bar and put them on the counter. Mr. Isaac’s started punching them into the cash register. Then I saw the comic rack. I had never seen a comic rack before. Isaac’s never had a comic rack before.I left the counter and went and spun the rack. There was the Hulk, bursting green with The Leader’s elongated head looming over him, and there was The Red Skull holding a glass cube that Captain America was trapped inside. I snatched them up and ran back to the counter. Mr. Isaac had alrea...