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Katie's Christmas
Katie stared at the steering wheel of her dark green 1980 BMW 320i contemplating whether she should continue with the annual Christmas charade of being happy and witty with family members she rarely saw or start the car and take off back to her apartment in the city, www.onedoor.ccget into her pajamas, and watch movies and eat junk food all day. The answer was an easy one; however, she knew if she didn’t make an appearance, there would be endless calls from her mother informing her of how disappointed everyone was that she didn’t show. We can’t disappoint them…Katie dreaded this holiday. Not for any partic...
The Politician, the Voter, and the Media: A Modern Tragedy
Sensitive content: This story may offend some people. It fractures a fairy tale, kills a sacred cow or two and stacks a shelf with rampant cynicism, on display for all to see. However, it is a work of fiction. Any resemblance or similarities to persons living or dead, as well as to events, incidents or other circumstances, are pure coincidence. --Don't follow leadersWatch the parkin' meters Bob DylanOnce upon a time in the very recent past, an aspiring politician was contemplating running for high public office. But he was frustrated because he was told by people who knew about these things, ...
Biazorro World
Acrophobia is an extreme or irrational fear or phobia of heights, especially when one is not particularly high up. It belongs to a category of specific phobias, called space and motion discomfort, that share both similar causes and options for treatment. Every year in Biazorro World someone is chosen to do something that you wouldn’t do in a normal world, whatever that is. Well that’s where I reside at, today or yesterday or even the day before yesterday or Sadie Hawken’s day or Elmer Fudd week or the day before the deceased President Donald Trump got assassinated by all his former cabinet m...
The Pull From The Moon
That day I woke up with the feeling of anxiety and fear looming over me. It was the day...the day I would be sent to the moon. I constantly regretted pulling the slip that had my name on it. Participation was made mandatory by the government and anyone who didn’t take part in it would have been fined a hefty amount. I could never afford to take a backseat in this messed up game of chance so I laid there with dark thoughts about what was to come.Why were they sending people to the moon? What do they do there!? This sadistic program had been going on for the past twenty years. Twenty years of se...