Living for Me_Contest Time!!_Uncle Jake's Big Night Out_A Dead End
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Living for Me
Alison was smiling as she let her mind wander. “I guess this is all part of work and getting along with coworkers,” she thought. This was her first real job in an office and she just wanted to make a good impression. She was prepared to work hard and keep track of deadlines, but listening to such rambling during lunch was something she had not thought about. She was sitting with Gloria and Rachel at the lunch table in the staff lounge of Roth and Roman's annex offices. They were part of the accounts receivable department that Alison was a part of now and they were going on about someone’s new ...
Contest Time!!
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat!” Lisa stood there looking at Jane who had just informed her that she wasn’t going to even try in their new contest of wills. To see who was the bravest and smartest to get themselves out of situations of their own stupidity, the contest for this month was to see who could get the most druwww.onedoor.ccnk without passing out. They were to meet at a bar on Friday and the chugging of the drinks would begin, they would each drink one drink each and wait for the other to finish before finishing the one they were drinking. She loved to be the winner, but ...
Uncle Jake's Big Night Out
"When will he be here," five year old Joey asked his mother. Joey, a very energetic boy, dressed as a lion, was looking forward to having his Uncle Jake take him trick or treating. You see, Joey was very close to his Uncle, and enjoyed being around him. "Uncle Jakenwill be here soon, Sweetie," Joey's mother answered. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Joey jumped up, ran over and answered the door. Uncle Jake stood there dressed as a storm trooper. "Hi, Buddy, how is my favorite nephew doing today?" Uncle Jake asked. Joey jumped up and hugged his uncle hard and said, "I'm doing good." Ret...
A Dead End
I looked up at the old iron sign dangling over the entrance by a single rusty chain. It had lost a few letters over the past hundred and fifty years or so. Now the words “Memori Cemete” swayed back and forth with the occasional squeal of ancient metal.“You sure we want to go in?” I asked, looking over at William who stood beside me with his hands in the pockets of his well-worn slacks.“I think we have to.” The dusty shoulders of William’s jacket seemed to bounce with his shrug. “Only choice we have left.”“But we haven’t tried…” I started to say.“We’ve tried everything, Frank,” William interru...