Infinite Possibilities_A Little Advice_(Over) Due Date_on deaths doorstep
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Infinite Possibilities
We broke up. Technically, we were never together; but I guess I began to think we were. I began to imagine our future together although I didn't make much of it; it was just a possibility. We could have been happy together. Ava, that would be our daughter's name, we'd laugh and play in the garden of our small home. We'd grow old in each other arms. It was perfect but that's only one way it could go. A possibility. We live in a world of infinite possibilities. There always would exist another probability, we could have dated, got married and porced. Maybe in that alternate reality we both find ...
A Little Advice
Zohair (Zoo-hair) raced across town. He had a bagel in one hand and a trunk-style suit case in the other. He climbed down stone steps and finally made it to the train station just before the big line began to form. He found a bench and set his bag on the ground and began to eat his bagel. He checked his watch, there was only fifteen minutes until the train arrived, but this train was always either early or late. The station was over loaded with people and their over loaded bags. Their were families, business men and women, and a few whwww.onedoor.cco Zohair couldn't figure out why they were on the train. Ev...
(Over) Due Date
If it was on Okeysha’s to-do list, it had to be done. On August 4th, that list read: 1、 water mint plant 2、 reply to Fred's email 3、 vacuum living room rug 4、 return library books. She was a quarter way through tending the mint when a painful cramp overtook her. The blue watering can slipped from her fingers, shattering against the cement. Although the contractions racked her body, Okeysha could only think 5、 buy new watering can.Since her return to the United States, Okeysha found herself more organized than ever before. The tour in Iraq had taught her to prioritize just about eve...
on deaths doorstep
I stood there, gagged and handcuffed as my captor explained the rules. “Behind me are 2 doors. We’ll call them the easy way and the hard way.” He began, pulling me by my shirt to look at the doors. “Behind the easy door there is a room. It has a chair and a rope. Hanging is a quick and easy way out, guaranteed to be less painful than anything you’d endure in the second door.” He spoke in a calm, sickening voice like he’d said those words hundreds of times over. “Moving on to the next door. The hard way. This door leads to a staircase. Who’s to say how many floors are in this building but if ...