THE CAT CALLS_New, Improved Axis_YOU COULD BET YOUR LIFE ON IT_Bedtime Stories
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THE CAT CALLS
Noemi was always a loner. Growing up, she loved animals, and her best friend was a little cat she named Timmy. Timmy the Tabby. He was a beautiful, bright, spirited tabby kitten she adored. Usually, her parents were strictly against stray animals coming into the house. But they never saw Noemi so open and playful, so they allowed it, this once. Years passed, and the two were inseparable. Timmy followed her to elementary school most days and was at the front door with a welcome home happy kitty greeting whenever she returned. Sometimes her mother swore she heard voices from Noemi's room but the...
New, Improved Axis
“So yeah. We’re here.” “I am. Can’t say the same about you.” “Sure. Whatever. What’s next?” “You tell me and we’ll both know. Okay, you’re right. That wasn’t fair. I think we go up to the door. One of us waits outside, one of us goes in and scopes the scene out. Ready to see who does what? Rock paper scissors. I have rock. You?” “Hey hey hey. I haven’t agreed to any of this no matter how irresistibly charming you think you are. What happens after we scope the place out?” “Geez must I be the brains of every. Single. Step? We compare notes and see if it’s worth the risk. Duh.” “Hmm. It’s already...
YOU COULD BET YOUR LIFE ON IT
Bucky McKeever was sick and tired of not having it all. Everywhere he looked, he saw men living large; high on the hog, if you will. As a low-level manager at a large investment firm, he was surrounded by the high-voltage energy of day-trading and financial wheelings and dealings. His boss, Mr. Jonathan Stevens, a man of only 35, was already a multi-millionaire; a graduate of Wharton Business School and a mergers and acquisitions expert, he could earn more in one deal than Bucky made in a lifetime. As the New Year approached, Bucky McKeever developed a plan to remedy this unfortunate state of ...
Bedtime Stories
“You have awoken me.”The little man’s face grew comically wide, his eyes threaten to pop from their sockets. Thwww.onedoor.ccere was fear there and a generous helping of it, but there was also another emotion vying for territory upon his features, and the result of this battle pulled his facial muscles this way and that. It were as though he was suffering from the worst case of facial cramps in history. There were doctors, who if present, would make a name for themselves with this man in their care.This was a one-off show though, and the show on his face was not his doing. Neither was the growing damp patch...