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The Point of the Ruse
"You dirty drug mule. Running a community center in the name of social service but furthering your own little selfish agenda by selling strong drugs like LSD to kids! Typical slum-dweller!” the brutal police officer yelled at 17-year old Coleman. Queens was never a good place to be bwww.onedoor.ccorn in, especially not in the early 2000s, the unfortunate time of birth of Coleman. Coleman was a lovely young teenage boy with excruciatingly cute looks. He had a chiseled face and a lovely prominent jawline, beautiful as if hand-drawn eyebrows and lovely supermodel eyes. His hands were hardened due to constant t...
"I Hate Being Poor"
I hate being poor, 13-year-old Oliver Moore thought after a cloud of dust he’d brushed off an ornate dresser sent him into a sneezing frenzy. Thirteen-years on this Earth, he’d known from a young age that his family struck its claim on the wrong side of the tracks. His father was in jail on drug charges, while his mother worked two jobs struggling to keep their apartment. They could have moved somewhere cheaper, but the two-bedroom apartment placed them in the Spring Ridge School District. Because most of the students came from the palatial estates to the north and, as a result, it offered one...
Sidekick
The lush green field was dark. The only sound was that of the leaves of the corn plants rustling in the wind. This field was in the remote part of the village. After sunset, no footfall was ever recorded there. Two silhouettes approached cautiously near the field opening. One of them was eager to reach the corner of that field. 'Wait here. He will appear right here from nowhere,' said that figure in a hurry. 'Are you sure?' asked the other figure. 'Yes. It is time. You were not ready to believe it. Now watch that with that your eyes.' They both waited for some time. A man in a cape approached ...
Springing-Free From Covid Isolation on Day Train Ride Journey
Whew. Relieved and so proud, I slid into the very last empty seat on the first train that the city has allowed to take on full-passenger count since the pandemic froze travel. It looks as if I’m not the only one anxious to break-free of all the constraints that Covid-19 has caused to be put on basically everyone in the world. It’s been a long 14-months of restrictions and periodic near-total confinement that has made seemingly everyone want to burst back into normal living. The thought of taking the train to anywhere causes my heart to leap as my face breaks into a face-hurting smile. The woma...