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He had managed to put it off for a couple years now. He figured eventually he would hire someone to do it for him. Now, standing in that dingy basement of boxes, full of musty memories that no one cared to remember, he knew that eventually had come and gone. Maybe if I’d done things differently, he thought for a moment before shaking the thought from his head and focusing on the boxes.The contents of each was hand scrawled on the outside in magic marker. He saw they included things like X-MAS Stuff, X-MAS Ornaments, or XMAS etc. Then he saw one with his name followed by the word NOTEBOOKS and ...
The Enochlaphobic Amnesiac Horse Park Bugler
His brain regained function after six months of cognitive rehabilitation, but erratically.Lieutenant Jack Dawkin’s heroic actions saved the lives of his squad. But all Jack got in return was the presidential Medal of Honor, an honorable discharge from the army, intermittent amnesia, and a deathly fear of large, noisy crowds. The army psychologist said Jack’s fear was a result of reliving his traumatic escape from a prisoner-of-war camp, then brawling through a noisy throng of angry townsfolk outside the prison. Jack was an army bugler prior to his fateful tour of duty as squad leader of a spe...
the shattered file
It's what you tell yourself. To let go of the dream of a family. It's what everyone tells you..but me..my brain. I can’t seem to give up on that hope. Perhaps something is supposed to break inside you when you’re tossed from home to home. Perhaps your spirit is meant to be crushed when your parents abandon you. Perhaps that's why so many of us end up criminals. Not me though. “Melvin.” I glance up, broken from the thoughts that haunt me. Though not really, the dialogue is always there in the back of my mind, even if it's sometimes quiet enough to pay attention to other things. Page is sat acr...
Blizzard
The one clock hung over the mantle was still. Both hands stuck between the number eleven and the number twelve, just before midnight. John and his wife Ruth were asleep and hadn't notice the hands on the clock had stopped moving. Since that night endless walls of sleet, hail, and snow had whitewashed the woods where their beloved cabin was located. John peered out the window as the snow fell heavily; the full force of the blizzard continued to wreak havoc all around the cabin that was www.onedoor.ccsheltering them from the elements. It was the middle of the night again and the outside was pitch black. Ther...