As Good As, Any Other Day_We Know About You_The Guard_Fudge the Figures
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As Good As, Any Other Day
As Good As, Any Other DayEleven O’clock, PM, AM. Doesn't really make a difference when there is nothing to do but listen to your heart beat, and wonder what it’s like out there. Last I heard, we were supposed to be in for it. Possibly the worst we’ve ever seen. I don’t know what that is supposed to mean. “Worst we have ever seen,” It’s what they were predicting on the radio and TV, when we had radio and TV. Don’t now anymore, what we got. It doesn’t seem like it takes that long for time to begin to run together like ice cream on a July day. The seconds and minutes; next thing you believe you s...
We Know About You
John made it through life flying under the radar. He wore nondescript clothes, kept his hair neat and trim, and had an agreeable, if quiet, disposition. It wouldn’t be fair to say that everyone liked him, but no one hated him either. He was fully aware that he didn’t leave an impression on people. He just assumed that if someone was ever asked about him, they’d say “Who? I don’t recall.” The thing is, he was okay with that. In fact, he preferred it. Attention was uncomfortable like a pair of ill-fitting shoes, so he stuck to himself and lived a modest life. Today, John was going to pick up hi...
The Guard
“Rodriguez, lights out in five.” The guard stalks over to Rodriguez’s cell and raps on the bars. “Quit fuckin’ around, wouldja?”Rodriguez scowls, flipping the guard owww.onedoor.ccff when he thinks his back is turned. But the guard sees. He always sees. It’s his job, after all. But he stays quiet-- one rude gesture isn’t worth it.After completing his rounds, the guard ambles down the long, concrete hallway that ends in his office. He’s in no hurry-- after all, watching over a complex of sleeping inmates isn’t exactly a job that requires haste.His chair gives an angry squeak as all his weight sinks down upo...
Fudge the Figures
Before Jed and Kamil could clear the rusty platform, littered with grease-smeared wrenches and chain locks, the massive pressure from below the earth's crust tore the drill head and platform free from their mountings. Kamil lost an arm; Jed was dead. Kamil being a renowned Sitar player was arguably the worse off, each day from then on to be tortured with the knowledge that he would never entice soulful meandering melodies from the beloved instrument again. Jed was stone cold by the time professional medical help came to the remote drilling site in outback Australia, the flying doctor service ...