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The Death of the Third
The Death of the Third:By: C. Mighty The sun is right above us, being washed over by a canopy of trees with the soothing sound of the waterfall in the background. Greg keeps walking away from me as if he doesn’t want anymorwww.onedoor.cce, it’s bothering me but I’ll get to the bottom of this. I finally get closer to him and I grab his arm, he turns to look at me and I say, “Have you told Noland about us yet?” “No. She’s your best friend, and I’m her boyfriend. Look, it was a one night stand just a one time thing, okay.” Why is he acting as if he didn’t feel our connection, besides how can he deny his obvi...
Whacked
Ronnie Combs had been a hitman for 17 years since last Tuesday, and he had a reputation for being incredibly efficient. All he needed was a name. No lengthy dossier with a backstory or snapshots of the target’s last-known whereabouts. Just first name, last name. Bang, bang.Most inpiduals who worked with Ronnie were grateful for his efficiency. But, when Leonard McIntosh accidently hired the assassin, he didn’t know he would later come to severely regret the man’s harsh approach to conducting business, as well as his intense love for money.“Hey Leo, it’s me. The job’s done.”“Don’t call me Leo. ...
Saving Vanessa Mc Connelly
One day there was a huge protest rally on the streets of Boston. They seemed to be screaming 'Abortion is wrong!' Sally took a look outside her window - there was a throng of people. She rather hated protests. She agreed that Abortion was wrong in her heart, but she didn't really like all the noise they were making. She believed that 'All life was sacred'. Her parents thought the same.The nurse at the hospital where Sally was born, asked her father whether aborting Sally was a good option, because there some fears that she would be a sick baby. The father chose to let Sally live because he was...
One-Way Mirror
Murderer. That’s what everyone called me. I’d see my face on news stories every now and then, and in my own little town, people would scowl. Though the police had no evidence, it wasn’t enough to turn the disgust in their eyes. Abhorrence came across people’s faces every time I walked down the street. It shouldn’t have been like that. They shouldn’t have been so disgusted with me. I grabbed an ice cream container off the shelf to drop into my basket, and closed the foggy freezer door. An old woman watched me with narrowed eyes. She was afraid of me, I could see it in the way her hand rattled a...