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the concept of happy
“This is great! No, it’s perfect,” the autumn leaves on the street. And when I step on it, making this sweet crispy sound. Wonderful perfect sentences flew into my mind.“How can I do that when I have no plan? Words make no sense and sentences are confusing.”“But I don’t care. I care about the wind and the sea.” Not about living, I care about enjoying the little things. If I don’t, I might get washed away. Christmas trees and the look on your son’s face, are the little things. Yesterday I thought about that, and I cried while laughing. Emotions are wild, but they’re mine. And I’m happy.“I’m hap...
Fifty Percent
It was like watching a crash in slow motion.Danier Leyte, the brightest boy of his class of ’10, the one picked to become a millionaire before he turned 40, the one that all of the best and the brightest of his class looked up to, was watching his career fall apart and – yes, yes, yes – crash in the rudest and worst possible way.A bus crash?A train crash?A ten-car pile up?No, no… This was ugly and real, happening in real time, with real consequences for real people.He was one of those real people. That jagged red line, tracing a jagged path down toward the right hand side of his screen, disapp...
The Dead Battery Murder
[ WARNING - This is a murder mystery. It contains sensitive content. ] Detective Michelle “Mickey” Mantle looked at the autopsy report–Accidental Carbon Monoxide Poisoning. An open and shut case; the batteries in the carbon monoxide detector were dead; except they shouldn’t be. The expiry date wasn’t for ten years; they were nearly new.The manufacturer confirmed that batteries with that expiry date had only been on sale for two months. Taking the batteries and a printout of the manufacturer's information, she went to do battle with the coroner.Jim “JJ” Johnson had been Vancouver’s chief corone...
The Missing Funds
He glared at the ATM as he would have one who’d suggested a hike in Death Valley. That couldn’t be right; the account had had five thousand dollars more a few days ago. Money didn’t just disappear.He’d get to the bottom of this. Not caring that it would catch the attention of the couple in tank tops and cutoffs milling around, eyeing shelves full of Butterfingers and Milky Ways and Snickers and Reese’www.onedoor.ccs peanut butter cups, and the spindly teen at the register who looked as if playing dress up with Daddy’s emerald-green Quick Chek hat and apron, he pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his j...