Magda against the world_The Nature_46 Million_JOHNETTA'S
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Magda against the world
-Everything is blurry and confusing, where am I? The loud sound of the bedroom door being broken woke Magda up and it felt like a lightning hit her in the head. The air was filled with dark smoke coming from the fire. The hangover was brutal, and the reality was even worse: she was still alive. Carried out of her bed without realizing where she was or what day that was, Magda grasped: they have found me! Today was the day Magda has been waiting all along. Naked and zipping champagne at 9 am in the morning, feeling the crisp and fresh morning breeze in the face and contemplating the views of t...
The Nature
As I sit here, I wonder about the real meaning of monster. I know it’s not a new question. I know it’s nothing original. I know there is little chance I can bring anything new to the table. I never claimed to be a great thinker. But still, I ask myself questions.It seems important.It passes the time. It is a way to distract myself.Pick one. You may be right.I want a pen. And paper. I want to write. Letters. A journal. Anything. I know my rights. I thought I knew my rights. Then again, so many things I thought I knew have changed. If I am an innocent man, then why am I here? It does not take ...
46 Million
It’s the fourth Thursday of November, a day to come together as a family and eat a dead bird, a holiday because America says so.Diane’s seventy and dyes her thinning hair gold. She swims three times a week in a lap pool at a gym she pays eighty dollars a month to attend and is in better health than many other septuagenarians that she knows. When her hair is wet, it looks like lacquer on stained pine wood. When it’s dry, it’s the same color as her golden retriever’s fur. She lives alone with a dog named Chomper. When people ask Diane what kind of dog she has, she tells them that her dog has the...
JOHNETTA'S
Garvin walked out the door of his sandwich shop with his final customer of the day and bid him a good evening. As he turned to walk back into the empty store, his gaze was drawn upward to the newly painted sign above the old wooden door. The ordinary black and white sign pwww.onedoor.ccrinted in large block letters – Garvin’s Market - had been replaced a couple of years ago. In its place was a sign with scripted red letters against a gold background displaying the store’s new name – Johnetta’s. Normally, the sight of the new sign would set his teeth on edge, causing the short gray hairs on the back of his n...