The Caterpillar Gang_This Sly Old Fox_Reaping What You Sow_One Slug To End It
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The Caterpillar Gang
'She's got it all going on again,' says John, turns the wheel of the Caterpillar and drives off into the yard. Charles takes a Mentos from the XXL jar in the dashboard, offers John a gum, who waves the gesture away. John hates the false minty taste. 'Samantha wants a breast augmentation.'John stares at the little apartment building. The façade is snow-white and black aluminium windows adorn the three floors in symmetrical rows in pairs. 'It still looks perfect,' he says and checks the location on his mobile phone; the address is correct. The culture of waste is out of control. More and more of...
This Sly Old Fox
The curator was poring over the plans for www.onedoor.ccthe exhibition when he was informed of the woman-shaped problem in the hall.It was just piece of sand in the gears, he told himself as he bullied the errand boy out of the office and pointedly locked the door behind him. Nothing to get excited over. He’d have the interloper out on the street in no time, and then he could get back to his real job. And with that thought he emerged from the creaking, shadowy corridors of the back offices into the glory of the showroom.It was breathtaking no matter how many times he’d seen it. Cathedral ceilings arched upw...
Reaping What You Sow
I had heard it’s good for your mental health to have a plant, and that seems way more manageable for me than say a girlfriend or a cat. So I went to the garden center to find one for my new home. I was a little scared though because I had never bought a plant before. That may sound a little silly but I had a good reason. I had honestly never taken care of another living creature before. I barely did ok taking care of myself. After several minutes of looking at everything in the store and not finding anything interesting, I was about to call it quits and go back home. But as I turned the corne...
One Slug To End It
I like movies. Old ones especially. I used to only listen to people’s advice if it suited perfectly the image I had for myself. So, advice escaped me.Friends would tell me, “ You should be an actor. You look like James Dean, and you’re weird!” I enjoyed hearing it, even the weird part. I connected it to art.I didn’t want anything else for my future, but to somehow be artistic. At nineteen I saw ahead of me all the paths of mundane careers. Professions of boredom, an entire life of boredom. I wanted a creative career. I signed up for acting class at my local community college and read James De...