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The Second Try
Abdul Kareem had that huge smile on the face while he said goodbye to a client. As he left West Avenue Street, he chuckled. His first text message of the day came through with a thousand dollars pile, and all he could do at the moment was kissing the hundred-dollar bill on the top of the stack. “What can you offer me, Ben?” He whispered as he kept staring at the bill. Humming Money Maker of Ludacris, he inserted his money inside his right pocket then took the alley leading him home. Some female's underwear flew above him with a black leather duffel bag coming from the third floor of the build...
The Blarneystone and How I Got to Work There
Frank Emerson Word Count: 2,355 790 E. Spiller Street Wytheville, VA 24382 276-228-6726 276-613-0598 femerson@embarqmail.comThe Blarneystone and How I Got to Work ThereThat’s the thing about this city: Somerville, Massachusetts. Friendly and funny, it’s sort of a half-way place that lies between Medford and Cambridge, just across the Charles River from Boston. It is an “All-America City.” At both ends of the town, there are signs that say so, just as big as life. I believe the moniker is an honor. I also believe the signs are there to let people know what they are getting into as they hit the ...
Disclaimer
Jonas Meyers was an asshole.Everyone knew it. The board of directors knew it. The corporate employees and retail workers knew it. Hell, even his (asshole) wife was used to his assholeish ways. But unfortunately, Frank Meyes, Jonas’s father, founded the company sixty ago and passed it on to his son thirty years later. (Frank Meyers was, of course, also an asshole, but as he passed on his company to his asshole son, no one was particularly happy to see him go.)The assholery was so prominent within the Meyer family that even the spoiled children were detested. They pranced around every franchise,...
Just Change, Please!
Milky’s Postal Service truck stopped with a lurch at the next mailbox. She grabbed some letters and the small white package, storing them in the metal cylinder. Shutting the door, Milky commented on the fact that every time she pulled a mailbox open, her jaw automatically dropped. www.onedoor.cc But today was going to be a good day, she nodded to herself. She had a job, a house and even a small dog she dressed up every Halloween to hopefully get some laughs out of the toddlers and babies. Doughnut hated wearing a tutu or a tiara, but she panted and wagged her tail nevertheless. Maybe s...