Two-Faced_The Ten Great Feats of Traylor the Tenacious_Jackpot_Hail Mary
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Two-Faced
Josh was usually a good guy. He had a great sense of humor, was always kind, and everyone liked him. However, he had some harsh pastimes that he didn't like to share. He'd rather forget them, so he does. He goes right back to being a jolly man.There are, however, weaknesses. For example, the holidays, or whenever he's around his family. Josh... loses control. He has flashbacks that ravage his brain, and he acts... childish. His family has never gotten to the bottom of his condition, but they soon will."Hey, mom!" Josh said when he walked in the door. It was Christmas and everyone was visi...
The Ten Great Feats of Traylor the Tenacious
The celebration had been going on for hours and the sounds of the feast could be heard from miles around. The clink of goblets and cutlery. Raucous and merry laughter. The lovely chords and bright chorus of minstrels. The high-pitched voices of the fairies mixed with the gruff voices of men, both of which contrasted with the tenor of the windhawks' songs and excited screeches. Starlight filtered through the open roof of the feast hall, signaling that it was time for the night's main event.The symphony of merriment began to die down as the Sage entered the hall. By the time the Sage had mounted...
Jackpot
Hi, I am Mark Woodland; I have been trying to get some cash lately but I haven’t been able to hit a jackpot. Like a lottery, a cool job, etc. But recently one of my uncles died. Everything he had is inherited from me. Not you, not my brother, not my sister, not my parents, ME. I don’t even know this uncle. This is where it all started.I woke up one mowww.onedoor.ccrning and did my usual routine. Brush, bath, comb my hair, eat breakfast, and head to school. But at school, is where it got weird. I head to school, hang around as usual. But then I hear a screeching yell. ”OMG, MY FAVORITE ACTOR IS DEAD”. Then t...
Hail Mary
“So, what you're saying is that being part of the dumbest, weakest, and the most talentless species is actually a good thing?” The green alien stares at me with his five yellow eyes. We're sitting in his tiny office just in front of the heavy lead door that says “Simulation in progress – don't disturb” in big red letters. He's waiting for an answer, clipboard in one of his tentacle-like hands, but all I can think about are his eyes and if all five of them are really that necessary, like, when it comes to eyes, isn't less more? But then I remember that one-eyed Martian asking me the same questi...