A Family Man_The Deer_A LIFE AIN'T WORTH A BOX OF CHOCOLATES_Man of my Dreams
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A Family Man
Chill wind blew down the long asphalt street in Palestine, Texas, picking up sud-like dust and limply turning over dead dry leaves. The town was tired and quiet; only a handful of pickups drove leisurely down the street. Jason Lynn Pennsylvania sat behind the counter of AmeriCo Bank, shiny shoes propped up in his neighbor’s empty chair, white collar unbuttoned, Killing Floor open on his lap. His head tipped back against the rim of the sleek swivel chair, snoring. He was the kind of man who would go bald early but not care, the kind of man who’d get a tattoo at forty to prove he was cool, the k...
The Deer
Content Warning: This story contains physical violence and briefly alludes to mental health problems. Renee Waverly was born to the Creek City Reaper on a rainy May afternoon in 1968、 While her mother, June, lay unconscious in her bed, which was now stained at least five different shades of red, he stood just outside the nursery, staring in at his newborn daughter without a sound. His face was utterly flat, and he stood so still that he was less a man and more a fixture among the many others which lined the halls of the hospital. His hands rested stiffly in the pockets of his black c...
A LIFE AIN'T WORTH A BOX OF CHOCOLATES
Warning: Violent scene The search I had started over a month ago added up to a big zero in results. So when February. 3rd rolled around, I started to panic because it meant that I only had 11 days left. Eleven days to find the elusive box of chocolates that was used in the movie FOREST GUMP. It has been said on the internet, that the box does still exist and that there were only a few pieces of chocolate left in it. That chocolate according to the internet person known as SWEET ANYONOMUS, was going to be eaten by him at approximately 12pm on Valentine’s Day. My search by the way, wa...
Man of my Dreams
I look up, and absorb every ray of sun and soak it into my skin. I hear the boat cutting through the waves of the ocean, as the captain sails alongside the pacific coast. I am alone, sitting on a chair and just closing my eyes and admiring the scenery. Instantaneously, we come to a stop. A stop so abrupt water came crashing just on the deck of the boat. Startled, I shot up and saw a silhouette of a man standing in front of me. Before I can formulate a face to the shadow, I am shoved overboard. I feel my back crash into the water. It is cold, and crisp. The water I felt spraying on my cheek ha...