The Chicken, the Egg, and the Two-Dollar Haircut_The Ravine_Saving Gracie_When the Flood Comes
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The Chicken, the Egg, and the Two-Dollar Haircut
Ky crouched down behind a rocky outcrop while a hail of bullets peppered the nearby vicinity. The three men above him were intent on doing him in by overdosing him on some hot lead, but Ky was a rare breed. He was strong, courageous, and a dead-eye shot. With amazing swiftness, Ky let loose a barrage of shots that immediately felled two of the bad men. The other one took off, jumping on his horse and riding away. He was never seen in these parts again. “Oh, Ky! You saved me. And the ranch! How can I ever thank you?” Dorothy hugged him and kissed him deeply, moaning in pleasure. Ky pushed her ...
The Ravine
It was a cloudy day— the duvet of stratus clouds was so dark and so low that it was like a beast gliding, slow as molasses, over a little town in Iowa. There was a ravine at the edge of it. It stretched and twisted as if groaning with its endless silence, pulling taut whenever a wanderer pulled close enough to see the bottom. And each time, they stumbled back, as if they had seen something beyond ordinary life, beyond the reaches of God.There were no wanderers today. If there were, they might have seen something different than wretched, looming shadows. They might have seenwww.onedoor.cc something gleaming ...
Saving Gracie
Everything was ready for the ritual. I'd been as meticulous in my preparations as I always was. The chalice that would receive the blood had been cleansed with boiling water. The herb infusion that would take away her pain was ready. I'd made it particularly strong this time. Hopefully she would pass out before I even put the knife to her neck. She would feel nothing. The bed of soft grasses and sweet-smelling flowers was ready for her death. I'd been particularly careful this time to make it as grand as possible. This year's child was really special. We had to to do this very year. Otherwise...
When the Flood Comes
It was an election year. The role of mayor was up for grabs in the city of Varanasi. By spring, it was down to just two candidates: the sitting mayor and a lady who was running on an environmentalist platform. The townsfolk, being the creatures of habit we humans are and averse to change, were all set to reelect the sitting mayor. After all, he’d done so much for the city as far as industry was concerned, and industry meant more jobs. You appease the public, you make them happy. Never mind the fact that industry sometimes leads to certain ramifications, which is what the opposition was so des...