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I’m Getting Pretty Tired of Getting Knocked Out
The slot machines seem to clang “goodbye, sucker” in unison as Chick Goldsby stumbles toward the casino’s exit.He nearly plows into a cocktail waitress. The stunning blonde gives him a bright smile, saying, “Tough night?”“The house always wins.”Reaching into her costume, the waitress hands him a silver dollar.“It’s lucky. It helps make empty lives worth living.”“Great, I’ve lost my girl, and my motivation and the real estate market in Nevada is tanking,” Chick replies. “It’s a pleasure receiving a gift from a woman whose beauty rivals that of Helen of Troy.”The waitress watches Chick stagger ...
The Swiss Alpine Retreat
A life is not lived until you have been loved – The Swiss Alpine RetreatAs I open my eyes and the once opaque windows become transparent, I am greeted by the most beautiful morning. The sun is low in the sky and the gold-white clouds blanket the valley. A vee of geese coasts gently above it, flapping silently. The scene is bright, almost too bright, but too beautiful to avert my gaze from. It reminds me of flying the red-eye and staring out across the clouds as a new morning arrives. Here, there's no tiny window, no children crying or engines whirring, no electric buzzing or beeping, not even...
Cigarettes, Secrets, and Saying Goodbye
Ash steadily fell from the lit cigarette, the man tapping it twice to ensure it was ready to be lit again. “You know,” he began as he looked ahead, “I’ve never smoked before this.” There was a chuckle to his right side as he passed the cig to his female counterpart. “It’s funny, I haven’t either.” She held it steady in her mouth as he pulled out the lighter and lit the cancer stick. They were both silent as she inhaled and immediately began to cough. “What,” she hacked out another rough exhale, “What was your name again?” He smiled and put out his hand, “Anthony Jameson, you?” She returned the...
PROJECT EARTH
“It is bright. So, so bright.”That was the first thing Boog thought when he poked his beak through the thin layer of white that blanketed his surroundings since he became conscious. He did not know how long he had been trapped in this encasement, only blinking awake seconds before his instincts told him to break free from the cold whiteness.“Where am I?”Boog wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten here, or what here even was. Boog wasn’t even sure how Boog knew he was Boog. He did know that he had to get home… wherever homewww.onedoor.cc was. He sniffed and strained his ears to gauge his surroundings, only to ...