A Message Brewing_" A New Me "_The Regulator_REASON FOR PROMOTION
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A Message Brewing
There is no word yet created to describe the kind of unexpected and sudden bewilderment that comes from a random notification from someone you have not spoken to in years. What do they want? Do you respond? Do you torture them or exercise grace? Thoughts flooded my head faster than my heart was surely beating. My head swam dizzy with uncertainty as I stared at this alien alert on my screen. How much time had passed I was unsure. Feeling that it was impossible to respond in this condition I put on some coffee. Good ol’ coffee. There for me coffee. Reliable coffee. As I watched the rich chocolat...
" A New Me "
It was a long time ago when the dust settle in the eyes of a yowww.onedoor.ccung energetic boy named, Prince. He never knew that the shadow of the dark has a secret place for him.It all started when Prince was a little child, he lived with his parents in a nearby community not too far from his school. Prince was a good boy at home but sometimes when he goes to school, he miss behave and fright with his friends, his parents never knew that he was growing up badly. One morning, Prince left his house very sad. His father denied him from bringing lunch to school. saying he was a big boy now. That day was like a...
The Regulator
Wheezing fitfully, he struggled to claim just one good breath from the oxygen and other tubes curling and entwining themselves about his wheelchair like the kudzu that slowly devoured the family’s land. Travis stared at the old weathered barn, its boards grayish-black and half rotted with time, carefully listening as his father labored over his words. “You know how we take care of such things. We tried talkin’ to him. Didn’t do no good.” He drew a slow rattle of a breath and continued, “In the barn, near the door, behind the old barrel…my shotgun.” He looked at his son with a tinge of regre...
REASON FOR PROMOTION
“Right then, who’s coming to the pub?”Angela, returning at that moment from her daily ritual of locking herself in a focus booth, blinked at Daniel. “It’s three in the afternoon.”“Oh, so much for spending the past hour ‘sorting your Outlook’, Ange,” Daniel said. “Thomas sent an email around the whole office telling us to finish early. Security and all. Blizzard en route.”Tobie looked up from his copy of the email. His mouth half opened before his eyes dipped back to his spreadsheet.“You better be nearly done,” Phil said, leaning and wincing. “You remember last year, don’t you? We don’t get ema...