The Man Who Would be President...Again_Through The Eyes of a Stranger_Drought kills_Tongue Tied
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The Man Who Would be President...Again
"What the hell's going on this morning?" asked Jerry Bland. "Don't they know who they are delaying?"Paul Butler looked up from his cell phone and noticed the big car he and his boss occupied had stopped. He could not see exactly what was going on, but hoped it would be quickly resolved. Jerry Bland had little patience and Butler did not feel like listening to his whining complaints this morning.They hadn't even reached the highway yet. Stuck in the suburbs. Just great. Butler looked around, hoping he might spot a route around the traffic stalled in front of them. What he did see was smoke rus...
Through The Eyes of a Stranger
William had been driving home from a friend’s cottage after celebrating his twenty-first birthday weekend. The whole weekend had been filled with drinking, dancing, and more drinking. His blue eyes were surrounded by red veins. He was still inebriated when he got behind the wheel on Sunday evening, but insisted to his friends that he was fine to drive. He wasn’t.William was heading along a winding path on Henderson Road when the lights from passing vehicles began to disorient him. He developed double-vision and his eyelids became very heavy. The last thing he remembers was a bright light and ...
Drought kills
Drought KillsArthurArthur swallowed a mixed odor of dust, flies, and dead cows.Midnight. Something was wrong. Arthur heard stampeding.Arthur looked at his cows in the pen. They had 120,000 head of beef cattle, and still not enough water for them to drink, but the drought forced them to drink, tasting the black mixture of flies, and remnants of dead cows.“Come with me. Let’s look,” he told his fifteen-year-old son.Even though it was a full moon and the stars shone brightly, Arthur’s son touched Arthur’s shoulder lightly as they sauntered toward the cows.Touching the dead grass, Arthur tried to ...
Tongue Tied
My heart raced as I stood, my back resting against the chipped wall, watching my mother stand over the poor rigid creature who had been paralysed for the last few horrific days. The room was ice cold as my mother began pacing around the room, her eyes still glued to the thing that lay underneath her defeatedly. I began shivering uncontrollably as my lungs began to burn from the cold.Mother had warned me not to utter a word in front of the creature disguised as a girl. She referred to her as a beast, but I knew better. As a young girl, I’d always found the supernatural fascinating. Their lives ...