Your Mouth is Cashin’ Checks Your Gun Hand Can’t Deliver_Man with Hat_Flamingo_JACOB'S BATTLE
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Your Mouth is Cashin’ Checks Your Gun Hand Can’t Deliver
White Oaks, New Mexico 1887Clancy Cooper spits a long stream of tobacco juice into a nearby spittoon, cocking his eye at a dark-skinned man at the end of the bar. The man in the black suit and wide-brimmed hat glares back at the scruffy farmer with greasy, shoulder-length hair. Clancy runs his finger across his bushy mustache, nodding knowingly at the man.“I tell you, Trey, that’s him.”Hoping to avoid drawing attention to himself, Trey Akin, a baby-faced, thirty-two-year-old farmer, quickly glances at the man.“Maybe it ain’t…”“What do you mean, Trey? He’s over six feet tall, and dresses in bla...
Man with Hat
Everything went downhill after I murdered Vic Tornado, and then it all got worse when he came back to life.I’m reminded of it every time I see that dunce’s name, like right now, fluttering on a banner across the street. They’re opening the Hilldale Mall today, with an old-fashioned ribbon cutting ceremony. “With Special Guest: Vic Tornado!” the banner reads. I bet the audience didn’t know that. I bet they came here expecting to see a spectacle, and they got hoodwinked at the last moment, saddled with the likes of Vic. I can’t help but sigh. The boredom some of us inflict on our audiences gives...
Flamingo
This was all my fault. To be born as a disappointment, to have lived a dishonest life, and then to have died as a discontent being. Yes, this was all my fault. You see, when I was born, I was dressed in pink, and placed in a blue crib in a blue-walled room. I cried in suffocation. It was my fault. As soon as I started waddling in my diaper and started joining the dots of what people said to me, about me, and after me, I sensed I wasn’t welcomed into this world with a happy heart. I was held half-heartedly by those who would have loved to dress their newborn in blue. Iwww.onedoor.cc let their resentment poke...
JACOB'S BATTLE
Five years I spent in the Army. Five years of war has screwed with my mind. Five years of missing my family. Five years of constant never-ending danger. Five years of watching my brothers getting killed. Finally, all the pain of war is finally over.I'm finally home. I finally came home to my beautiful town of Lake Haven. This town is what the name means, a Haven for me, a place to wind down, go fishing, and hiking. There is no place like home.My home is right next to the lake and boy is it beautiful and on top of that I have the most beautiful, loving and caring wife, Indie. Three amazing kids...