From Afar_The Prediction_Wag the Dog_Everyday is Christmas
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From Afar
Rummaging around in the garbage a homeless boy stumbling over something. He falls over face first due to this. As he gathers himself he looks around and doesn’t see what he could have tripped over; instinctively he begins clearing the bags of garbage to find the source.A pair of legs come into view, at this sight he hesitates. Carefully he steps around the legs and removes more garbage bags slowly. His breath speeds up a little as his heart beats even faster.Slowly the arms and torso are revealed. Spotting blood on the torso worries him but his curiosity spurs him on. Only one more bag and the...
The Prediction
AND THE METS WIN THE WORLD SERIES! I swear the bar is shaking, beer is triumphantly bouncing from bottles, and most of it lands on the ground. Pandemonium is unfolding around me but I'm frozen in something more curious than the long-awaited title. As a 35-year-old, lifelong Mets fan, I often imagined the bliss that would wash over me, bringing with it a tidal wave of euphoria, yet, I could only think of an old college friend, Jordan Katz. I know how strange that sounds, and trust me it's only going to get weirder. See, Jordan was my roommate throughout college, although, I never considered h...
Wag the Dog
Jemima towers over her family, she is their great rock and the earthquake. She seems like a piece from a different puzzle, walking around her family’s flat in East London, a black statue among the much paler, and smaller, rest of her family. You have the sense she should hunch down before passing through a doorway. But Jemima does not hunch down. Not since being an awkward middle-schooler, when she did hunch. But she stopped that when she broke a tray on Phat Phil’s head. No one else - not even her www.onedoor.cctwo teenage sons - are as tall or big-built as she is, by far the most recognisable figure on th...
Everyday is Christmas
“Whooo hooo!” Mark Malarky exclaims, the six vodka tonics in his system making his feet lighter than air.The well-dressed bank loan officer nearly stumbles into a petite, bundled up woman staffing a Salvation Army red kettle.She rings her bell loudly next to his ear.“Must you do that?”“Just making sure you’re awake, buddy. You almost crashed into my kettle.”“Heaven forbid I knock over your pot,” Mark slurs. “Now, if you had some stew in there, or some clam chowder…”“It’d be a waste on you, buddy. You’d just puke it back up. You’ve had too much Christmas spirit, or should I say spirits.”Mark b...