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'What is in the box?' asked Tim with caution. Slight more decibel from Tim's mouth, and the sensor would turn on to intimidate the security guard and the local PD. Tim was inside the vault with Sam to take back what belonged to them. 'There is only one envelope. Otherwise the box is full of benjamins,' said Sam. 'Open the envelope,' ordered Tim while holding a rope that helped Sam stay above the vault floor to stay safe from the pressure sensor. A slight change in the weight and the guards and police officers will arrive in the vault within minutes. They entered the vault through the air co...
A Flower A Day
Legend has it that in the swamp that borders our property there is a flower that has a bell shaped bloom and it's the purest shade of white that shimmers in the moonlight. The petwww.onedoor.ccals of the flower have magical powers. The legend also speaks of an Indian that lives in the swamp. He is the guardian and protector of the swamp and the magical flowers keep and protect him. It is said he has long silver hair with piercing white eyes with a jacket made of vines. He can appear as anything he chooses during the day; but come the night he has to be in the forest.My father bought this 40 acres over 50 ye...
LEIS HEADULA
"Good Morning, my handsome husband!" Shay said with a joyous smile on her face. "Good Morning, my lovely wife!" Carl responded with a kiss on her cheek. "What are you planning to get into today?" Shay asked handing Carl his coffee. "Well, I have a meeting with Stanley today and then I am meeting with a new client. "Oh, I like the sound of that, new client means new money!" Shay danced and smiled." "Money, money, money in our future!" Carl sang. Carl and Shay had been married for two years after dating for five. They wanted to start a family but it just seemed that things were not in the favor ...
A Teacher's Dilemma
“Should we get started?” the principal suggests in a cheery, singsong voice, tapping on the microphone. “People? Please take your seats. Excuse me, people?” Her smile is brittle as she grips the microphone a little too hard. She stands alone on the Cafetorium stage, a space that doubles as both a lunchroom and a theater—and permanently smells of soured milk.The throng of veteran teachers summarily ignores her, continuing to talk more loudly to one another, mainly about expected retirement dates. They help themselves to off brand cookies and lukewarm coffee, drinking copious amounts in cheap en...