Shelter from the Storm_When to Toast with Coke_The Fortunes of the Misfortunate_Emerging the Victor
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Shelter from the Storm
This place smells of cat pee and desperation, yet for the first time in so long, I am hopeful. I feel like I might save a life today. I sigh and scan the room. I spot her right away.She’s hunched and trembling. Alone, in the corner by the cage of buoyant, adorable kittens. Stooped and scarred, gray all over, her body shakes. I can smell her fear – tangled, yet screaming from every pore. I wonder what storms brought her here? Who abused her and discarded her? She notices me too.She’s older than the rest. The flicker of hope in their shining eyes — that adventure awaits and love will abound — is...
When to Toast with Coke
A bitter cold swept through Richmond, the coldest it had been in a decade, and Jerry Richardson, at the ripe age of 68, walked home alone after an 8 pm Christmas Eve Candlelight service. Arms crossed and knees aching, he scowled beneath his tightly-wound scarf. “This is gonna suck,” he mumbled. The wind howled and Jerry held himself tighter, shivering beneath his thick jacket. Though many didn’t show up this year, Jerry was never one to miss a Candlelight Service after coming home from fighting in Korea. “The Forgotten War” is what it was called nowadays and Jerry was always bitter about that....
The Fortunes of the Misfortunate
The Gods hated Jared. In the grand scheme of the universe, they saw fit to curse him. “Why? Why me?” Jared would despair, time and time again. Perhaps he unknowingly offended a descendant. Maybe they hated the sound of his voice. He could have stepped on the wrong worm. Not that Jared goes around purposely stepping on worms. We all know how the ground turns into a minefield after a hard rain. Despite one's best step, things just happen. Things juswww.onedoor.cct kept happening to Jared. Unfortunate things.Despite his best efforts, Jared's luck was running out. Jared had often wondered if he even had any to...
Emerging the Victor
I woke up suddenly. The nap I had was not the refreshing kind; it's the kind that makes me wish I didn't sleep on the porch steps of my childhood home. It was dark and I can hear the crickets chirping from beyond the trees beside our house. After a while, I contemplated whether I should go inside or not. The house was dark and forbidding. I can feel an ominous presence lurking from within. I closed my eyes and replayed the earlier events of the day in my mind, back to the time when I was speaking exasperatedly with my mother on the phone."I have something to tell you. Wait for me at the house....