Money Tree_From Your Heart to Mine_Scarlet Fog_Jailbreak
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Money Tree
It was a beautiful summer day of one hundred five degrees Fahrenheit, with thick smog covering nearly every inch of the sky. Naturally, it’s days like these when children should be out enjoying the weather. Or at least that’s what Jeffrey thought. “Come on, John! Let’s go out and play Money Tree,” the boy said. Jeffrey’s friend John pouted and stayed planted on his plastic chair, spinning it around to face the other boy. “I’m tired of playing Money Tree with you,” John admitted. “You don’t play the right way!” Jeffrey scoffed at this before grabbing his friend by his arm and pulling. “Trust m...
From Your Heart to Mine
Why am I here?Dr. Bertrand would say it's because of the forty-five years of smoking. And that other doctor -- I can't remember her name -- would say I was an alcoholic. (What head chef doesn't drink on the job?) It wasn't until www.onedoor.ccafter my second heart attack that I quit both drinking and smoking, just in case.I admit I could have lost some weight, or at least stopped gaining it. But once I retired, I had all the time in the world to sit around and eat the delicious food I'd been cooking for everyone else all those years.What I want to know is why no one listens to me when I tell them there's no...
Scarlet Fog
At dawn, the fog would dissipate, and Lyrei would breathe easy. Until then, she wouldn’t risk slowing down. She tightened her grip around the handles of her glass daggers. Her leather boots pushed into the dirt with each running step. Dashing across the forest, she slid to a stop, then ran uphill. The scarlet archers taking position would turn the tides if ignored. “Spare no malice,” a nearby captain called over the clashing of weaponry. He beat the end of his spear against his shield. “And spare no mercy!” Soldiers cheered in unison, rallying together to push the attack. “Our skill bests thei...
Jailbreak
Shattering the awkward silence, the front door opened, and, seconds later, Graydon burst in with a face as pale as unbuttered popcorn. It told her that the source of the awkwardness—Alexandria’s punishment for having failed her last three social studies tests—would soon seem as insignificant as a single hair plucked from a full head. Graydon fulfilled those expectations, saying, “Nelson’s out.”It hit her like a cement truck. “What?” He couldn’t have meant what he’d said. For killing his mother over a disagreement about his job (Pauletta didn’t care to know the specifics, as no beef w...