Amazing Grace_Everyday is Christmas_Marked_Confined
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Amazing Grace
"Thanks a lot." Steve stood and clenched his fists as he reached for the door handle. "Wait man," said Martin. "Forget it," Steve said, just before the door slammed shut. Martin broke loose from Sami's embrace and sprinted towards the door. He stepped out into the frigid night air, but it was too late. Steve was pulling out onto the highway at a high rate of speed.Martin shook his head.www.onedoor.cc Steve had definitely gotten the wrong impression, and Martin was at a loss as to what to do next. Steve's girlfriend Sami was a knockout. In the past, he had practically ignored her when she had fl...
Everyday is Christmas
“Whooo hooo!” Mark Malarky exclaims, the six vodka tonics in his system making his feet lighter than air.The well-dressed bank loan officer nearly stumbles into a petite, bundled up woman staffing a Salvation Army red kettle.She rings her bell loudly next to his ear.“Must you do that?”“Just making sure you’re awake, buddy. You almost crashed into my kettle.”“Heaven forbid I knock over your pot,” Mark slurs. “Now, if you had some stew in there, or some clam chowder…”“It’d be a waste on you, buddy. You’d just puke it back up. You’ve had too much Christmas spirit, or should I say spirits.”Mark b...
Marked
(Warning; Adult Content. This fictional story is based on real events. The real events were difficult for this author to write and may be difficult for the reader to read.“ я куплю цветы. I’ll buy the flowers.” He cracked his gum and tucked his sunglasses into the neck of his fitted tee. He smelled good. Expensive cologne fused with aniline leather, it smelled like money, a lot of money. He knew it. He did it intentionally.He was an eight dressed up as a ten. Ten was power and power was what he inhaled. Controlled. Calculated. Clever.They called him The Wolf. His name was Volkov. Alexander Vol...
Confined
Rolled from one end of the bed to another. I struggled with the sheets. Or I thought I did. It got harder to breathe. My eyes snapped open. I was panting profusely like I had run a marathon. Face flushed, cold sweats dripped down my back, stood on my forehead, and rolled down my eyes. No, wait. They were tears. I jerked up from the bed. Headed for the bathroom. The water splashed on my face and gradually eased my pounding heart. Brushing my teeth. I tried to recall. What must I have dreamt that frightened me so? I asked myself. Tried as hard as possible to recall. Bits and pieces came together...