The Promotion_Harvey's Sword_Into the Black holes_A time to leave
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The Promotion
THE PROMOTION BY P.V. DrummDamon’s shirt is crisp and clean. The suit, he borrowed, but it fits him. It fits him so well no one will know. The promotion that Damon worked on for two years is waiting for him atop a desk, on the fifty second floor, in his downtown office building. He went to bed early last night. He ate a reasonable breakfast. He was easy on the coffee, to avoid jitters. He kissed his wife goodbye, but she doesn’t know yet. She doesn’t know that they already offered it to him. He’s going to www.onedoor.ccmake it a big surprise. No more ramen for dinner. No more taking the bus. Company car ...
Harvey's Sword
Mick sprinted through the woods with an open book in one hand and a wooden sword in the other. “Ha, I have you now!” he exclaimed, skidding to a halt and pointing the sword at a very confused squirrel. “You killed my father and burned down the castle! You thought you’d get away with it but I tracked you down! Now spit out a confession, heathen, or face the wrath of Sir Harvey!”The squirrel dropped its nut and scampered up a tree.“No, you’re not supposed to give up!” Mick called after it. “That’s the part where you call me a ‘sentimental fool’ and we duel to the death!”He pointed at the line of...
Into the Black holes
Did you ever think how does it feels to be without the liberty of yourself,to be lonely and trashed inside a dark 4×4 cell with rodents and dirt,a bed that consists of some old pillows linen of which is so old that it tends to tear off and rags that cannot give you protection from the severe cold and can never be considered a "blanket".If I wasn't a destitute at the fortune's favor I believe I would have never adjusted in that 4×4 cell with five other prisoners living together in such a way that we hardly had space to shift and breathe freely.Pickpocketing,stealing had always been my way of in...
A time to leave
The clock arm was barely at the seven o’clock line when she rushed into the doors. Her eyes navigating and slicing through the crowded entrance. Travelers, family, porters and drivers flocked the doors to the old forty six station.The doors opened wide and never closed, the big square entrance was like a tunnel with busy morning rush. Everyone was in a hurry to go somewhere. Vacation, work or just to visit old family and friends. She turned back and waved rampantly, gesturing her hand back and forth. The signal was well understood and her guests tried not to drag her down. She pulled back and ...