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The jackpot
-"Old men die, “Nat sighed, "they just die. They must." Nat stood with James, his lawyer, watching his mansion from a distance. Nat lived there alone. He always had. Not that this had been his first choice. But over the years it made him more and more uncomfortable and sad, that his family, and those who believed that they had a branch on his family tree, had but one thought in their head: When will he kick the bucket and how much would he leave me? Nat was a rare inpidual. Always had been. He was a scientist by trade and had earned a lot of money. All kinds of money. Today he had more money ...
Who's the winner now?
Trigger warning sensitive content: mental health, substance abuse, suicide and self harm.She found the envelope wedged between the back of the bed board and the wall. Odd place for an envelope but she figured she was a different person back then. It was a bit damp and smelt pretty strong but that made perfect sense conwww.onedoor.ccsidering the bottle of tequila she’d thrown at the wall five minutes earlier.The writing was a bit smudged, so she held it closer to her brown squinting eyes. Purple words running down the paper. She’d never use a pen that obnoxious. Blue if she had to, red for underlying or writ...
Dog Vomit
This was the beginning of a successful BreadTube career.To get the most views, my first video had to excite the audience. I dug out the old binder where Grandma wrote our family recipes in her meticulously neat handwriting. It opened straight to the scrambled eggs recipe. For a moment I was a bespectacled child again, smearing it with ranch and grinding copious amounts of salt and cayenne pepper on top. Yes, that was good. The scrambled eggs would do nicely.All the top submissions on BreadTube - the best video cooking site on the web - `had crystal clear video quality. Sure, they sold speciali...
The Magic Bullet
“You can’t recover until you know what you are recovering from.” And once you recover, complaining doesn’t help change anything. “It’s like trying to turn a pickle back into a cucumber. You are a pickle now.”AnonymousDavid wouldn’t have believed that he had become a pickle, but he was certain that he was in one. He had been confined to a psychiatric hospital, given Thorazine and other powerful drugs that laid him flat out on the floor, unable to move except for his eyes which would roll up and see the doctors in their white coats as they stroll buy him in their satisfaction with themselves. W...