I WILL NOT FEAR_The Sixth of the Thomas(es)_Why Is The Answer_Those Weirdos
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I WILL NOT FEAR
“Get in the harness,” he says. Ten of us were on the three-foot platforms hanging on every word. “Step in, loop the straps around your thighs. Ladies, adjust the braces so they won’t crush your breasts when the chute snaps open. Men, reach in and adjust your privates so the straps don’t crush the boys when the chute snaps the straps harshly around your thighs.” How the hell did we, I mean I, get here? Why am I taking this class? Oh, I know why. Just so my thrill seeker girlfriend doesn’t know how much of a wimp I am. I remember challenging Sue. That was a mistake. Just two weeks ago, it went d...
The Sixth of the Thomas(es)
Angry, transmogrified, livid, drunken, the writer has just closed an e-mail which he was reading. It was an e-mail sent him by Austin MacCauley Publishers, "accepting" his piece. AM Publishers: one of those fake, disease-ridden (co-)publishing companies which exist to steal from all starving, naïve, and ignorant artists; the poor foolers. The poor fools, too.The writer leaves it, hear: like a shitepaper on a shoe'sbottom:"Dear Mr MacLane, Settling a Classic Novelette, your manuscript, was brought to our attention at the latest Editorial Board meeting when we discussed the confident state that ...
Why Is The Answer
“Are you coming to bed?”The voice startled Jay, and instinctively he placed his phone in his pocket before answering. “I’ll be there in a second, what are you doing up?” Jay’s question was more of a defense mechanism than a quest for knowledge. He was less concerned as to why Pam was up than that she was up.“Do you have a minute?” She asked, sitting down before Jay had a chance to answer. “I’ve been thinking.”In the decade Jay had been married—I’ve been thinking—was second to only—we have to talk—in his list of things he didn’t wawww.onedoor.ccnt to hear, but experience had taught him there was only one cor...
Those Weirdos
They were always an odd-couple, not that they were sad, angry, unhappy or into some weird rituals, they were just different from the rest of us. Akash would be 40, though he looked 50 and Jwala would be around 35 but looked 40.Both of them had a high paying job as they lived in the best apartment in the building, a pent house, drove their respective cars and came back together although in their respective cars. On rare occasions that we would bump in the elevator, they would greet politely, respond to greetings well but would never initiate a conversation. If asked to they would reply only to ...