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Alone
Alone'One island, one man, one companion.-----------------------------Diary-----------------------------Day 1Here I am stranded to this miserable island. All sand, some trees, and a big damn ocean that serves as a pathway and a death wish. The motor in the boat I was in died out as I stepped foot to this place. The thing's fried, busted, I knew there was something about getting a warranty in that piece of crap. What's worse is that I don't have any idea on survival or what not. Well this is hell. I only have one problem now, which is live or die. Former leads to death anyway, just some more pa...
Lucky, Lucky
We would watch the sled dogs zoom by our huge office window, snow spurting from either side of the sleigh, Camel’s dogs mad to get to the finish line first. Our racer displays a waving hand as we cheer. If the fur-coated man were to skin one of his beloved animals, he would probably be warmer. But his heart towards those Malamutes and Huskies equaled that of a mother towards her newborn chiwww.onedoor.ccld. He would rise early and scrub those stocky Siberians and Alaskans clean before feeding them mountainous bowls of turkey bacon, chicken breast and deer chunks. Then he hitches the barking, ...
the big crime
Investigators at the Gustaf Adolph Lutheran Church in New Sweden, Maine. In 2003, a mass poisoning there sickened more than a dozen congregants, killing one. Credit...Joel Page/Associated Press By The New York Times April 7, 2020All true crime stories start as crime reporting, often in the daily newspaper. Before the narrative is shaped for your streaming device, earbuds or bookshelf, the facts are gathered by a journalist. What happened? Where and when? Who is the victim? And do the police know who did it? Any journalist who has covered crime has stories they can’t shake. These tales can be h...
The Perfect Last Day
The Perfect Last Day Alexa is roaming around the city of Athens. Her friends had talked about this particular street in Athens, telling her it was nothing special and that she shouldn’t waste her time in the neighborhood, but now that she is walking around this part of the town, she sees it in a whole new way. Kids playing on the streets; carts filled with different handmade merchandise that she had never seen before; people buying, selling and making some snacks, jewelry, vibrant and colorful art pieces.She turned left and reached a lane full of small restaurants ranging from desert shops to...