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I had a friend who was a competitive eater as the result of being a Jehovah’s Witness. Because of his religion, Ben wasn't allowed to celebrate holidays like Easter or Christmas, or even his own birthday. Ben had to stand in the hallway as the rest of us celebrated our pagan rituals, like the fertility rite of hunting for colored eggs, tree worship, and blowing out candles endowed with wish-granting magic. So, Ben got his kicks by becoming a competitive eater.That Friday Ben and I were walking to the cafeteria. We were both very excited because it was the day of the big competition. The Foot L...
The bookworm at thewww.onedoor.cc party
“Are you coming tonight?” Maggie asked drying her hair. “What? I can’t hear you.” Mel replied. “Are you saying you can’t hear me to avoid the question or can you really not hear me?” “What? That hair dryer is loud I really can’t hear what you are saying.” Mel shouted. Maggie turned off the dryer and peeked her head out the bathroom door to look at her twin who was sitting on her bed reading. Shaking her head Maggie walked towards the bed and plopped down on it. Mel looked up at her sister smiled and then went back to her book. “Melanie! Come with me tonight, it will be so fun.” Maggie said sha...
The Book of Jacob
Today’s the day I changed. Standing in the desert with blood on my hands and evil on all sides, I changed, but it was too late to save my soul. My name is Jacob Cooper, and it’s my belief that God’s purpose for me on earth was to be a cautionary tale for all that followed. I believe it’s too late for me, but it’s my hope that those that follow will benefit from my mThe day my wife, Joy, and I were reborn as Christians was one of the happiest of my life. Both of us thought of ourselves as God’s warrior on earth. They fought every day against the mongrel races and the sick sexual perverts that ...
Void > Water > Air > Fire > Earth
Void.All gone.I hold my empty red wine glass, eyeing the waiter, feigning interest in the enthusiastic young man standing in front of me. He speaks without ceasing. Not a pause. Not a comma. Not an intake of breath. Just a wall of words emanating from his overly large mouth, a chasm devoid of charm, a wellspring of nothing, a gaping maw. I’m trying to follow him, but he seems to be talking about everything and nothing—all at the same time. But this I do know. Every word, every phrase, and every clause he has relentlessly launched at me in the past ten minutes has been without wit or insight or...