Trouble at Cripple Creek_Perfect Life_Wendy from Accounting_Hoofing It
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Trouble at Cripple Creek
Trouble at Cripple CreekIn the distance was the first water they had seen in four days. Billy led the way, as usual, with Frank and his wife, Celeste, followed, riding double. The blistering sun beat down on them, and the desolate, god forsaken desert was trying to kill them. The Chihuahuan Desert is a rocky, mountainous place, not a desert of sand and cacti. Tall sandstone cliffs, with a rusty reddish hue were scattered across the landscape, as the triwww.onedoor.cco crossed into the New Mexico Territory. They were looking to start a new life after they lost their old place back in Savannah, Georgia, whic...
Perfect Life
TW: disordered eating, emotional abuse “Should you really be eating that?”Ella jumped, dropping a large blob of cream down her bright pink sweatshirt. She had gone into the kitchen to clear the dishes but had hidden a three pack of cream buns in there earlier. She hadn’t expected Jack to come in, as he never helped with the household chores. She was annoyed and embarrassed at being caught out.“I am starting a new programme tomorrow” she replied tersely “It’s online and it’s the newest way to transform your life. This is just my “last hurrah” before I start. I get the feeling that this will be ...
Wendy from Accounting
*There wasn’t much time. There was never much time anymore. Everything was fast now. Quick. Lightning speed. It was the thing that got you killed if you didn’t realize it—that you had to watch your six or you wouldn’t make it. It was the thing that got everybody killed. Except her. It hadn’t killed her.“Not yet,” she breathed, leaping from the tree branch above and falling down, knife in hand, onto the boar. The knife went in fast, easy, with the finesse of a professional huntress. She pulled her elbow in quick, making the kill before the boar so much as whined. Just as fast, she was up and dr...
Hoofing It
HOOFING ITbyDavid L. Gaskill“Yeah, right, but what’s the catch?” Professor Darryl Dornblazer says to himself as he spots a large, golden artifact glittering in the woods.It’s two hours into his annual autumn hike through the vast nature preserve he loves, and he’s gotten off the trail to take a leak. Before he can unzip, though, he’s stunned by what he sees. If real, he can’t wait to take it home.Protruding from the ground near a large, rotting stump is what appears to be a life-sized golden head with Greek god-like hair and beard. He notes its graceful, rococo curls are a...