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Snowpark
Slightly after the agreed-upon meeting time of 6:15am, their three snowboards were secured in the roof rack Shawna’s Jeep Cherokee. Shawna, the only one with a four-wheel drive car, lived in north Portland close to the highway entrance and developed intractable nausea if she was in the car but not driving, making her the de-facto mountain driver. Unfortunately for her friends Miya and Jamie, who had brought their coffee in thermoses, this also meant they were at the mercy of Shawna demanding to stop at her favorite neighborhood coffee shop. Jamie decided to brave the relentless drizzl...
The Memory of a Man
When he thinks about his father, he remembers Bethie sitting in the hallway of that abysmal hospital playing with her teddy bear. There should be more than just that memory, he knows, but they had never made memories worth keeping. Instead, he finds himself thinking about Bethie and wondering what she www.onedoor.ccremembers of that day. He hopes that she has forgotten it even if he can’t. August, 1974Mike hated hospitals. He stared up at the pink sandstone building wishing he had ignored the phone that morning. He kicked at a rock, sending it ricocheting into the tire of a beat up El Camino. What the hell...
Confessions of the Kentucky Fried Cannibal
Trigger Warning: This story has elements of Crime and Horror. It includes descriptions of Violence, Murder, and Cannibalism from the viewpoint of a Serial Killer.-------------As I sit here in this cage, awaiting my death, I have been moved to tell you a few confessions and explanations for the actions that have sealed my fate this day.You see, I used to think I was a chicken. I know how crazy that sounds. Maybe that is why I feel I need to explain myself. You see, it all started with a dream. You have to expect weird dreams when you love to eat as much as I do! Steak, chops, bacon and eggs, gr...
Judged for Duty: The Face of the Lost
If you want to kill, join the military legally.That's the thing about soldiers—it looks like they are upstanding citizens, but they are trained killers. They are veterans at stalking their prey through the blood-stained trenches. And we reward them.Whether it's a scorched desert bristling with crumbling, yellow-encrusted sand, they can slaughter anywhere. Soldiers wait months to feel the slightest movement, like a slow-growing plant, enveloped in deathly heat, even in a freckled sauna.They can fight in the thick forests with limbs stretching for miles, basking in the dirt-filled environment. T...