Flip of the Coin_Penal Colony Paystubs_Sounds like Perfection_Never dig your own grave
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Flip of the Coin
“I suggest we flip a coin,” she told the stranger as they slipped into the bar’s darkest and most remote booth.“Oh? To decide what?” He slid close to her.“Who’s going to run the show.” She said, fluttering her eyelashes.“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”“Well,” she said, “who’s going to be the dominant one tonight?”“Do you mean sex?”“I didn’t just stop in here for a drink.” The corners of his mouth turned up as she presented her glass to him. “Cheers.”“How do you know I’m not a cop?” “I like what George Carlin said about sex. He never understood why something that was perfectly legal to do for f...
Penal Colony Paystubs
{CW: Drug Use, Violence, Sexual Themes}“It's your move,” Even with a face covered partially by a mask and goggles, Karnack could sense them smiling at him.“What if I don't have that much weight. Can I renegotiate the offer?” Karnack stuck the hand rolled cigarette between his lips and pulled a slow steady hit into his lungs, following it with a suck of stale fetid air.“I'll give you a hundred thousand for ten pounds. That's my final offer,” The man pulled out a smaller attache and unzipped the top. A pile of large denomination bills filled the bag to the top.He sounded confident, yet the beads...
Sounds like Perfection
*This is based on True Events. Only names have been changed*…Searching for a job can feel like looking for water in a desert. I was scrolling through ad after ad looking for jobs wanting photographers but most of the jobs ended up being volunteer work, so no payment. It meant gaining experience but experience doesn’t pay the bills. After a few weeks of looking, I finally spotted an ad that was a paying job. I immediately clicked onto it and started to read the details. It was a new Record Label who was looking for a full time photographer to capture candid and official images of singers duri...
Never dig your own grave
Content Warning- Violence"Oh God not again, I Can't take this anwww.onedoor.ccymore"I jerked awake, the room was dark, and the Rileys were yet again yelling at each other. They were bursting out loud at each other. It was 2 am, yesterday it was 3 pm and went on till sunrise.I stood and ambled, dazed and sleep-deprived. I stormed towards the window and the Rileys windows were open too, and I could see them yelling at each other one by one, Maureen picked up the beer bottle and thrashed it onto the floor, and Kit did the same with the bedside lamp.Excuse me! I have work tomorrow. Can you please stop fighting?...