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Liability in Lingotto
When the police forcibly entered 43-year-old Paulina Fiore’s apartment, they found her lifeless body on the floor of the kitchen, covered in mysterious bruises. The lead detective immediately suspected homicide and ordered an autopsy. But after extensive analysis, the coroner concluded the cause of death was vitamin C deficiency.In a video appearing on social media, Stephanie Brolo, who sources confirm is a close friend of Paulina, is seen weeping and uttering, “This is all my fault.”**At the offices of my city’s largest newspaper, I sip my third espresso of the morning and finish writing the ...
1212
One thousand two hundred and twelve. That was how many days ago since I last had water on my tongue. I don’t remember the exact time when it all started but no one could predict what was to come. It was a record hot day for a Tuesday morning and the sun beamed down on us. The neighborhood kids played hopscotch on the sidewalk. Mother Mae, who lived next door to my parent’s house, had to run downtown to her job at Penny's, a clothing store. She worked there part time ever since Ed, her husband, hurt his leg while at the factory.Mother Mae loved kids and kids loved her. So much so that she welco...
Life of Peter
“Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” Peter panted, his tiny heart pumping faster than he could flap his equally tiny wiwww.onedoor.ccngs. “I need to find somewhere to land! But where? WHERE?” He spied a welcoming, white windowsill. Carefully, his six feet touched down on what tasted like a freshly cleaned ledge. He breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly raised his front two feet up and began to tidy himself up as the warmth of the sun shone through the window. “Finally!! I have been needing to clean these grimy things since breakfast!” he mumbled to himself. As he brought his feet into his mouth he was pleasa...
The Final Grilled Cheese Sandwich
The Final Grilled Cheese Sandwich:“A grilled cheese sandwich? Then I AM your guy!” The words lingered with the full confidence in which they were spoken. “Trust me I am known for the best-grilled cheeses this side of the Atlantic. Hell, the world even.” The words came out quick yet not rushed, Tom the self-proclaimed grilled cheese sandwich king, was becoming out of breath, sweat had left dark ovals on the armpits of his red t-shirt. The room was hot, sweltering even and Tom’s large size exacerbated this fact. Plus his girlfriend of three years was in front of him, even now after all they had ...