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The Boy in the Cabin
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark. Kurt was still at the window, staring at the freezing air. Imprisoned in the four walls of the wooden structure. He was frozen on the window. He did not want to move, he was waiting to see if his father would come back tonight. For five days he had sat there. For five days he had watched www.onedoor.ccthe cold. For five days he watched the skies, turning from grays to whites, darks to hues of purple and red. For five days the sky remained as gloomy as the day his father left. Watching the terrible weather get worse everyday. He could not help...
The Crossgreave Gang
The old saloon shook with a low rumble none of the patrons could place. Heavy clouds of dust appeared on the horizon. The birds that had been enjoying the shade of the sagging covered porch flew off in a cloud of their own. Sheriff Dillon rose slowly from where he was slouched against the bar as the rumbling grew louder. The sirens on stage stopped their lazy, mid-afternoon singing and scurried to hide behind the piano. "Dolly," the young sheriff said, "fetch me my gun."Behind the bar, Delilah rolled her eyes and set down the glass she'd been polishing with a satisfying thunk. "Yessir, Sherif...
Tornado Dreams
Saturday 9:15 AM “Mom! Mom! Tanner’s not helping clean the playroom! He’s still playing video games! He says he doesn’t have to clean if he don’t want to! And Thom’s reading a book! And Victor’s just playing.” “Tanner, get off the Xbox before I yank the plug on it! This whole place looks like a tornado hit it! Tanner—” “Awwwaaahhhawww! Mom! I gotta beat that boss all over again!” “Told you I’d yank it! Get moving!” “Tyler, you’re a tattletale meany head!” “Hey! Hey, Tanner threw the controller at me, Mom!” “Guys, knock it off! We’re not going to Six Flags if you’re going to act like this!” “If...
Not-Fine Print
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