Bob, Warren, and the Rabbit's Foot_Their Lies_No Chips Without Sparkle_What Happens in The Kitch
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Bob, Warren, and the Rabbit's Foot
BOB, WARREN, AND THE RABBIT’S FOOTWarren came through the door of his apartment like a man on a mission. He threw his keys on the hall table and stomped across the room to his office chair. Disgusted, he slammed his briefcase on the desk and kicked off his brown laced shoes, then held his head in both hands.“What have I done with you, what have I done!”Bob, Warren’s Maine Coon cat sauntered over and sat across from Warren on the arm of the living room couch. He studied his owner, then exhaled a rather large and bored yawn.“No Bob, not talking to you.”“I’ve just spent all day lookin...
Their Lies
My sister was all I had after our parents had died, I was too young to remember them. My sister tells me that someone had killed them, broken into the house, and shot them. The police never found the killer. We were left orphaned. My sister took care of me, and I took care of her. We were all we had together in this world. So why did she do it? I should have suspected something when she woke me up late in the night, or when she led me away from the orphanage and into the forest. The way she walked in front of me, not talking or answering any of my questions. I should have suspected something w...
No Chips Without Sparkle
Maurice “Mossy” Graves belches loudly, sitting back in his chair. The couple at the next table glances at Mossy disparagingly, then look away when they realize who he is.Tall, with hard, vulpine features, snow white hair, and unblinking ice blue eyes, Mossy intimidate others through appearance, as well as his financial clout.With a pockmarked, porky face and slits for eyes, big-bellied henchman Mario Grimaldi is uneducated and crude,www.onedoor.cc but transparent and loyal. The third man at the table, handsome, dark-haired Simon “Skeeter” McSherry, is equally vicious when challenged.“We been here so much w...
What Happens in The Kitchen
Charlie Cobbler fought his urge to collapse once he heard the tea kettle whistle. He had spent the past nine hours on outlet duty, running electrons from their source, the wall outlet, through various electric cords, and delivering them by the bucketful to workers all over the kitchen in different appliances. It was exhausting work that should have been handled by a younger elf. But, these days Charlie would do any job his foreman would give him.His last delivery had brought him to the microwave, which gave him the perfect view of Mrs. Lovitz entering the kitchen to pour her afternoon tea. Sh...