Peace, Sweet Peace!_Henry Serves It Up Cold_The Man Without the Mask_THE INTERVIEW
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Peace, Sweet Peace!
Peace, Sweet Peace! By Charles HaynesFrwww.onedoor.ccankie is one of my best buddies. He taught me how to spit. I can’t spit as good as he can, though. I’m still practicin’. Frankie has two younger brothers named Kenneth and Paul Mike. I know Kenneth because he lives in Frankie’s room, too. But I hardly ever saw their kid brother until we all went to the beach together. Frankie’s mama talked to my mama and my mama said it was okay for me to go. Frankie’s daddy, Mr. Henry, spread out a bale of hay for us in the back of his pick-up truck. The truck had wooden boards for sides and a wooden top. Frankie’s daddy...
Henry Serves It Up Cold
Henry Serves It Up Cold(Perhaps a tad bit crude in places.) Courthouse clerks, robotic beings by instinct and training, are not necessarily known for their sense of humor.“Did you hear the one about the guy who wanted to change his name?”“I hear that all the time, sir. That’s what we do here.”“Yeah, but you gotta hear this one.”“Fine, but make it snappy.”“So, the judge asks the guy what his name is now. He says his name is Joe Shits. The judge says he can certainly understand why he wants his name changed, and then asks him what he wants it changed to. And the guy says Barney Shits.”“That’s no...
The Man Without the Mask
It was late October of 1916, a chilling, wet day when Edward found himself abandoned with Lieutenant Patrick McCarthy of one of the Irish pisions assigned to the eastern trench. Like a crooked, winding serpent, the lines of trenches ripped through the earth and snaked their way all along the whole Allied front. Once sunbaked and almost as hard as the rock below the ground, the dirt walls now clung to the soil from which they had been dug and even started to fall away from the embankments in some places. If it were not for the wooden posts reinforcing the sides of the trench, then the whole lot...
THE INTERVIEW
Fred burst into the kitchen and proclaimed excitedly, “Honey, I have great news!”His wife, Furn, spun around and responded, “Oh, Fred, you know I love good news! What is it?”Fred held back just for a moment to heighten the tension.“Well, do you remember the position I applied for last week?”Furn’s eyes widened. “Do you mean the director job at Platinum Industries?”Fred chuckled. “Director job? That’s a modest way of describing it. If I get this position, I would be running an entire pision. Platinum is initiating a new venture in alternative energy, and I would be the head of it. This is the d...