Bear, With Me_The Kitchen Table_Featherless Bipeds_BRO
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Bear, With Me
CW: violenceA bear meandered at the edge of the backyard, big and brown. Bears weren’t native to the area, so this merited some wide-eyed gawking. It even earned the kids’ attention, had them scrambling over furniture—and each other—to join Liam by the sliding glass door. Emily looked uneasy.The apple tree at the back of the yard had dropped fruit in a ten-foot radius around its base. The bear gobbled them up. With its dog-like face and mannerisms, and the way it used its tongue like a spoon, Liam found it rather cute. But the cloud of dirt that flew from its fur when it shook spoiled the frie...
The Kitchen Table
The kitchen table is where people come together to share what? Do they really want to relive the days events that went wrong? Do they simply end up there to unwind and forget the day? Do they want to sit and hear about how great someone else's day went? Or, do they simply want to sit across from someone else and lose themselves in that person and forget their own existence? For Henry and Samantha, who have been married for almost 50 years, the kitchen table is full of memories of children, grand-children, great-grandchildren complaining about the food, wanting to go watch t.v., wanting to kick...
Featherless Bipeds
The morning traffic jam at the high school peaked at 7:47 a.m., short tempered fathers slowing down to jettison their surly sons, mothers asking their daughters if they wanted to take an umbrella just in case, seniors cutting off all other cars to drive diagonally through the parking lot.Mister Carlton angrily tapped the steering wheel of his 2000 Toyota Tercel. It had been his mother’s, a car he inherited when he graduated from college with a teaching degree in social studies and more student loan debt than his entire first year salary. He hadn’t made much more since. His father had aske...
BRO
BRO PAGE 1Wesley Brown called out to his brother from across the Strewww.onedoor.ccet, ‘Yo Baby Bro! Don’t forget my birthday Saturday, and make it a decent present this year!’ he smirked at the girl on his arm.‘Why did he call you Baby? Six feet is one hell of a tall baby Bobby.’‘It’s a family thing, I’m the youngest of five, Wes is the oldest, there’s three sisters between us.’‘What does he call them?’‘Judy, Sarah, Lucy.’‘What about the other two?!’‘Damn your sense of humor Joe, you had me going for a minute. He daren't call them anything else in case they put something nasty in his coffee...