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MABEL
MABEL The old clock on the wall rang out ten chimes. Mabel rose from her easy-chair and turned off the TV. While most of New York turned on the news at ten, Mabel lined up three beers, a pack of smokes and some jerky next to her bedroom window. A typical evening overlookiwww.onedoor.ccng the alleyway between her building and the brownstone next door, might include several drug deals, a mugging or two, drunks relieving themselves and in the warm weather, the local prostitutes plying their trade, all serenaded by gunshots and sirens until the sun comes up. A show that was sure to be more exciting than a nigh...
MIsguided Honor
The bailiff announced his entrance. "Hear ye, hear ye, the Circuit Court for the County of Washington, Ohio with the Honorable James E. Blanc presiding, is now in session." Judge Blanc sat down and looked at the man in front of him, draped in chains and an orange jump suit. The chains were to restrain the convict, to protect the Court, the public and of course, himself, the Honorable James E. Blanc. On his desk was an overflowing file, stuffed with pleadings, letters, pieces of evidence. His law clerk logged him on to the court wide system, but he hated using a computer, a computer did nothing...
Top Ten Reasons Not to Make the Report
1、 Your mother won't believe you. She has seen and heard too much for her to believe for one second that you're some sort victim. Oh, poor you. She will accuse of you of being jealous. Because all her life, she was so beautiful that everyone was so jealous of her. Every person who has ever mistreated another did so because they were jealous of the other person. There is no other logical explanation. And he obviously isn't jealous of a ratty slut, which means you're the one with the jealousy problem. And your deceit, your lies, your backstabbing have left your sister heartbroken.2、 Your siste...
Reapers!!
I stepped over the mossy log and continued down the hill. The forest was cool, unlike the city, dirty, and full of the smell of dead corpses. The smell of the woods was different, it was fresh, clear, not musty. I spent most of my time in the woods now, staying away from the city as much as possible. The site of the corpses scattered across the city filled me with, anger. None of those people had done anything to deserve this, to be gunned down by the army, then left to rot. They didn’t deserve the Seed either, or the Cycle. But out in the woods, I didn’t have to see any of them. No Reapers...