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Thankpology
The old man clung to the plastic bags in his lap as his power chair quietly rolled on the bumpy sidewalk. He was on his way home from the supermarket and needed to get the refrigerated items stored before they warmed up. Waiting at home for him was his adorable cat, Pookie. She loved her daddy and defied the common belief cats are independent. Not Pookie. She was always happy to see the old man and had no qualms about showing her love for him. She was his emotional support animal, and they played together, slept together, and even exchanged sounds in mock conversations. He could almost know ex...
Harangue, meringue and pass the marmalade...
Start your story with someone saying “Thanks a lot” (sarcastically or sincerely).“Thanks a lot buwww.onedoor.cct no thanks to harangue, meringue and pass the marmalade” I said to myself as a child whilst my mom was stressing out cooking Thanksgiving dinner...although I would coin the latter part of that phrase years later. What I meant was the family headache that is Thanksgiving...I hated it! I didn’t care for the food, or at least the bland way my mother prepared it, nor the relatives, or the shear stress you could cut with an electric carving knife...none of it. As a kid, I decided I would have steak ins...
The Trade of a Lifetime
A memo went around the trading floor. Finally, after threatening, after complaining, after squeezing in few added weeks to his already long vacation allowance, after working remotely two days a week, and after years of discussing his rich bucket list, Allan Buckley put in his retirement notice. Three months from now, he would be gone. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need advice,” he’d told the colleagues that crowded him on the cramped trading desk. “But it would be a sign of weakness!”It was a long time in coming. At 64, Alec Buckley was the third oldest person in the firm. The next oldest ...
Blast To The Past!
A child was born on October 2nd, 1998、 She was named Monay. She had a pretty good childhood, I must say. She loved to draw and she loved to play. She loved taking trips and sightseeing on beautiful days. In her teens, Monay went to many places and saw many things. She had many childhood friends and good childhood memories. She kept in touch with her buddies for a while, but her interests began to drift. She wanted so much to live in the past, but the tables had started to shift. In Monay's eyes, her friends grew up too fast; they got married and had children, so the friendships didn’t last...