Waiting for Good-bye_Harold's Revenge_Russian Roulette_An Artificial Admission of Sins
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Waiting for Good-bye
She was always waiting for good-bye. Her room changed. Different bed, different windows, different scenes. Bontoc mountains with green rice terraces, clothes waving from red rebars sticking out from flat concrete roofs, pig squeals, roosters competing, and the boy who played guitar. Shanghai lights, tall buildings, a golden fish pond, magnolias, and if the smog wasn’t bad, the Pearl Tower pinch-tall in the distance. Bright Honduran houses, cowboy men with big hats and long machetes, a tethered donkey waiting withwww.onedoor.cc a load of coffee for Principal Perdomo to process.The suitcases were always there...
Harold's Revenge
Harold woke from one of his brief afternoon slumbers, and there was one thing on his mind, his delightful post-nap cookie. Smiling as he practically leapt out of his recliner, Harold made his way into the kitchen. His smile doubled in size as soon as he spotted his elephant shaped cookie jar. He removed the lid with delicious anticipation. Hurriedly he reached in, and removed the last cookie. It was his favorite, white chocolate macadamia nut. He was going to have to make some more cookies, he told himself. Then he replaced the lid, and made his way to the fridge. Taking out the milk he poure...
Russian Roulette
“Oh my god, Jaz!” I turn from where I’ve been craning my neck, goggling at one of the stone statues at the entrance to the driveway, and see Vera running towards me at an alarming pace. “Ver!” I drop the suitcases in either of my hands and wiggle out of my backpack just as Vera crashes into me. After a split-second hug, she pulls away from me, laughing scratchily. “Jaz! I’ve missed you so much!” I draw her to myself again and embrace her fiercely. “You too, Vera. You too.” I cry, just a little bit, onto her shoulder. “I’ve missed my best friend.” Vera sniffles, and we just stand for a while. ...
An Artificial Admission of Sins
Joel Lieberman patiently sat in the AI confessional booth at his local Catholic church feeling like a foreign invader. Born a Dublin Jew, he had often envied his Irish Catholic friends for being able to wash their sins away during their weekly ritual of confessional cleansing. So, on this random Saturday - when he should have been at Temple, Joel decided on the spur of the moment, that he needed to rid himself of the great burden of guilt that had held him down for such a long time, changing his mood and damaging his mental health.Reading the large font instructions on the holographic screen b...