A Man Named Gill_DO NOT RESUSCITATE_Green statistrically not Good_The Wedding Reception
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A Man Named Gill
The landlord hesitated a split second before shoving the ancient, grimy key for unit 8 into my palm. I debated launching into my new apartment before the impish man could spark another 15-minute history lesson about the surrounding Santa Monica landscape, but feigning politeness, I mustered, “Anything else? I mean, besides what you said about the front gate and the trash days and turning the lock clockwise?” As if I had pried a great and heavy burden from his lips, he wheezed emphatically, “Try not to mind Gill, okay?” And then, in case Gill might be listening, he darted his eyes this way and ..www.onedoor.cc.
DO NOT RESUSCITATE
The endocardiograph chirped away, then grew in rapidity. Evan Hardsfeld saw through a thinning tunnel of light while all else was enveloped in blackness. Bound by the stupor of methadone, he knew his world was slipping away. At seventy-five, he had too many regrets that spontaneously stormed into his fading psyche. Images of his past life, loved ones, coworkers and neighbors flashed by in a desultory montage, but remained coherent. The tension was grave. Doctors scrambled around, struggling to resuscitate the patient. Evan could barely feel the spasm in his chest from the defibrillator...
Green statistrically not Good
Green, statistically not Good I regret doing it, I am aware striking a Politician is frowned upon. I have apologised, just give me the opportunity to explain Officer.My job was the cause. Without that none of it would have happened. At least that is what I tell myself. Over and over again I attribute it to that one thing, until I almost believe it to be the truth.Why anyone asked for the statistics related to green eyes bothered me from the outset. I am a Statistician working for a Government Department, a Department principally designed to provide as much useless and confusing information a...
The Wedding Reception
She walked into the bedroom, he followed closely on her heels. The tears were running down her face, she was blubbering and getting snotty and she took the back of her hand and wiped her face. She stopped suddenly and she turned to face him."I can't believe we're arguing over this." the words stumbled out of her mouth.Stanley stood there looking at his wife now for nearly 25 years. She was still to him the most beautiful woman he knew. Other women he had dated or grew up with had not aged nearly as well. He was lucky she still looked like she did when he first saw her. Yes she was a little...