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Before I Begin
By: Octavia KuranskyBefore I begin, there are a few things you need to know. I am average. Average weight – hippy but average weight. Single.Not young. Never spent a night in jail. But in 1993 – I killed a man. I was never caught. Questioned but never brought to justice so to spewww.onedoor.ccak. And with that in mind, I can begin. Why am I telling you this? Because I am thinking to do it again.See, the first time I killed a man it was really an accident. We were standing on his veranda, leaning on a thin wrought iron rail that was really too fragile for the job. I remember, he really had a great view. Up t...
Apartment C Four
“Have you settled into your new apartment yet?” “I did yesterday, Mom,” I shut my apartment door with my hands full, “actually One of the neighbors woke me up at midnight making the worst ruckus.” “Did you tell the manager?” I sat the box down, “They probably just moved in, too. I guess I can go introduce myself.” “Yeah and get the juicy gossip.” “Mom, I’m not my sister, but I will keep you updated. I gotta go, Mom. Love you. Bye.” “I love you, too, Benjamin. Bye,” She hung up. I dropped my phone onto the counter, and I took the box to the hallway closet to store it. I went to my bedroom to ta...
Go Placidly
My body strained under the weight of my 30-pound backpack. The unpadded straps had been digging into my underfed shoulders for days. When I found the canvass pack at the army surplus store for ten-bucks I was clueless that carrying the heavy bag on my five-foot, five-inch, 120-pound frame would become torturously impractical. Fortunately, it did provide a good back rest during the long hours that I sat on freeway onramps with my thumb in the air. Of the few possessions I carried; my guitar, a threadbare sleeping bag, some clothes and hygiene items - my prized possessions were a dog-eared copy ...
Forewarned
Forewarned“I can’t believe we’re arguing about this!” Brad Sutton cried. “You said you understood and wouldn’t do it again!”He and his wife Margaret were standing in the kitchen. It was six-fifteen in the morning. He was wearing a robe, she in her pajamas. Coffee audibly dripped into the large glass pot.“Please, please, please don’t preset the coffee maker to switch on at 6 a.m.,” Brad vehemently added.“Give it a break. Will you give it a break?” Margaret wearily returned.As if not hearing her, Brad said, “I told you: I have the strangest notion something bad will happen, and it’s directly rel...