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Beyond the window
It was pitch black, as I looked out the window of my holiday cabin. I was excited to get away from the city smog and the hustle and bustle of the agitated city folk as they rushed here and there trying to reach their destination. The traffic was horrid as I left my office and headed toward the mountains. “ Everyone is in a rush,“ I thought to myself as I finally pulled off the main highway and headed up the long stretch of dusty road that led to the peaceful mountain retreat.I sipped my hot,chocolate as I looked out at absolutely nothing beyond my cabin window. Then I saw a light. At first ...
Sausage Egg Breakfast Sandwich
I did not want to be obvious American in Germany, but I also wanted a sausage egg sandwich from that ubiquitous red-and-gold giant and right there in the Stuttgart train station was a stand-alone poster offering, with a ten-times life-size image dripping with unnatural color, just that. There was little I missed about living in the States, as I now called it. I did not miss driving everywhere, I did not miss sprawling parking lots and strip malls stretched thin along pedestrian-less thoroughfares. I did not miss riding lawnmowers or gallons of milk or cwww.onedoor.cconstantly showing my ID or any number o...
19, 8, 5, 10, 3, 25, 7
19, 8, 5, 10, 3, 25, 7The woman sucked in a giant gasp of air. She looked frightened, her face pale, eyes darting, a sheen of sweat covering her brow. She put her hand to her chest trying to calm her racing heart. She took small sips of air, trying to save herself from tumbling into a full-on anxiety attack. Or maybe heart attack — based on how hard her pulse was pounding.“Are you alright?” The voice was coming from behind her left shoulder.She turned to face her husband. “Yeah … I think so,” she said.Greg and Eloise had been married for seven years. They were good together. Not great, but n...
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CO妹子UNITY SERVICE Nevaeh took down the yellow caution tape, rolled it into a big ball and deposited it into the black trash bag that she dragged behind her. Pete was on the other side of the pool on his knees by a patio table. “Hey, what chu doing there?” Nevaeh yelled. Pete stood up, wiping the end of his nose, “Nothin’.” “Don’t you nothin’ me, I saw you. You get caught, we’re both knee deep. Get me?” “Mind your own business.” Pete snapped back. Nevaeh dropped the trash bag and stomped her way around the pool. She noticed the residue on the tabletop. “What the hell you puttin’ up your nose?” ...