No Contest_Roxie Gone Rogue_King Kone’s Revenge_What Art is All About
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No Contest
"No contest, Your Honor."Whoa! Hold on! No contest can have a multitude of interpretations. Does it mean there is no question that I did it? Or does it mean I didn't really do it but don't want the hassle of an argument with the police? Or does it mean well, I probably did do it but you can't prove it. Of course, I equally can't prove I didn't,so we both lose here. Or maybe we both just win. Does it mean I just don't want to be embarassed by a write up in the local papewww.onedoor.ccr, especially when I just started a job with corrections ? There are so many ways to read that simple statement. Is this paran...
Roxie Gone Rogue
(Content Warning: Mild foul language)Jason ushered the leggy blonde through the threshold of his apartment and pretended not to notice the approving nods and obscene gestures from his forever frat boy neighbor.Amanda stepped in and looked around. “Cozy.”Jason attempted to see his space from her perspective—the open floorplan was sparsely furnished, with minimal décor, and bare, white counters. Sterile.So, she’s gorgeous and sarcastic. “Make yourself at home.” Jason called, stepping into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”Amanda tugged at her form-fitting dress as she lowered herself onto th...
King Kone’s Revenge
Kyle Cleaver shakes the cobwebs out of his head, slowly opening his eyes.He’s in a small room with a concrete floor. Tools hang on the walls and lay scattered on workbenches. Pieces of a disassembled lawn mower lay piled up in a corner.A record player sits on a nearby card table. Several dog-eared albums are stacked against it.Kyle’s heart races when he realizes he’s tied to a chair.A large white figure turns around to face him. The bulky, man-like body has puffy, stubby, arms and legs and a head resembling an ice cream cone. Its face has a perpetual grin with friendly, happy eyes. The figu...
What Art is All About
The contemplative woman was taking a long time looking at each painting. Longer than uninterested people usually looked. The artist, Adelaide, wondered what she was thinking. Maybe this one wasn’t pondering the usual, totally unique things that sprang into people’s heads at an art show. Why would anyone paint that? Does it match my couch? Why does it cost so much? How do I sneak out without making a donation? This woman seemed a little more earnest in her art appreciation. Adelaide dared to hope that she might purchase something. Then the opening would skyrocket from bust to success...