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The Story of My Death
This is the story of the day I died. It was not my first death, nor would it be my last, but it was the one that stands out from the crowd as the first time I saw the face of my Angel. Let me preface it by telling you about the first time I heard her voice. I was two years old. In my Grandmother's old Victorian, 6 bedroom house, there was a narrow doorway on one side of the dining room. I was standing on the thick, navy blue carpet, the smell of Murphy's Oil soap clogging my nose. The massive oaken dining table and matching chairs had been polished just that morniwww.onedoor.ccng. The table was behind me a...
Microwavable Dinner For Two
“Do you actually expect me to go outside and risk getting both mugged and stabbed? Even if I planned my exit perfectly, so that I left just as the hoodlums were mugging and stabbing someone else, or during their lunch-break(which would require intel I do not have), then you would also be, by the principal of mathematical induction, expecting me to get inside a vehicle- which is laughable in of itself. Planes, buses, trains, or taxis are off limits, for if I must die then it will be under my own control. Now, let us imagine the unlikely event that I am driving with full control. Not only do I h...
Go
Hurrying into the elevator carriage she jammed the button for the penthouse as she hurriedly brushed the remnants of the Autumn rain off her dark dress coat. Who the hell wanted a May wedding in Sydney? Winter’s bite had just begun to nip at the air which did not work well for the incredibly short bridesmaid dress her sister had thrust upon her. She was freezing and the overly airconditioned fancy hotel where the reception was taking place wasn;t helping in the slightest.What was taking so long? At the cost of hiring a room in this place they could at least have faster elevators. As she look...
Sweet as Sugar
He remembered when he was a little boy, his mama would squeeze him and tell him, “You’re as sweet as sugar.” But then she died. One of her boyfriends beat her to death one night while they were smoking meth,Don’t let the state take you. But at fourteen, Jasper K. Hawkins stood in front of a sour faced judge who did not have time for certain kids from certain neighborhoods who had no fathers and no one willing to take on this troubled teenager.“I remand you to the care of the state.” The judge smacked his gavel and Jasper was taken away by a couple of case workers, Ms Phillips and Mr. Roark....