Slapped In the Face_Armando's Money_Something's wrong with the target behind the monitor cam
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Slapped In the Face
His job was to deliver water to the horses. He walked to the well, filled the bucket, then brought it back to the stables, only a couple yards from the battlegrounds. Occasionally, he heard yells of men prepared for war, or the distant slicing of swords trained for warfare, but he would blink and turn away. That’s always what everyone told him to do. Blink. Turn away. That’s what he did when his sister got too close to the cliff edge. And fell. Ninety feet down. You would think he’d be sad. But he wasn’t. Because three days earlier, his sister slapped him straight across the face. Her fat, old...
Armando's Money
John tried keeping his hands steady to not spill the bowl of three-dollar stew as he walked up the red-carpeted stairs to his room. The hotel was fancy. Fancier than he could usually afford since retiring. But now with this new hunk of cash, he felt he could afford everything. He shouted, “Thank you!” To the waitress, who smiled and blushed, one more time before rushing into his tiny suite and locking the door. The yellowed white room was also furnished with that same velvet red as the rest of the building, with white silk curtains flowing from the small breeze by the open window at the back. ...
Something's wrong with the target behind the monitor camera
You know the rumor about secret agents spying on your phones and laptops? If you somehow avoided the thousands of memes regarding FBI agents questioning your online search history, now I will iwww.onedoor.ccnform you that it’s all true. We do exist, but please don’t panic or proceed to call the police. It’s not as if calling authorities will do you any good. Contacting the media is also a fruitless endeavor, it will be shut down as soon as my boss found out about it. Even if it somehow managed to make into the headlines, people will think it is one of those outlandish conspiracy theories that was too mad to...
Poison in the Water
“You can’t fill a well with water that is poison and expect it to be nourishing when you are thirsty”. That’s the message that came to you, the thread of thought that lingered as you closed your eyes and reflected on the deposit from that piece of reading from Gather Ministries that you perused for your devotions that morning. It was a morning like any other – alarm buzzing off at five am, you hitting the snooze button three seconds later, alarm buzzing off again at 5:15, you dragging yourself upright in bed to silence it. You'd flick on the bedroom light, pull off your socks, turn on the radi...