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Troubles Of The Trip
Trouble Of The TripOn a hot summer morn shewww.onedoor.cc decided to go on shopping. She cleaned all her dishes before 7 and then blown all the dust with vaccum cleaner till 7:30. She had a lot time to get ready as the shop would be going to open at 10'o clock. She then wore her purple dress which looked perfect on her. Not so fancy and not so simple she looked in her get up was with a pair of boots and her pearly necklace.She wanted to go shopping for her own clothes and some of her children too along with a handful of decorative items. Firstly she decided to go alone to the market, but then she thought to...
Tweaking the Recipe for a Fresh Start
[Note: mild profanity (one or two occurrences of a-word and f-word);sharp satire or dark humor at times][Disclaimer-1: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed here are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.][Disclaimer-2: Fair use (Parody) might apply in some situations.] As the clock struck midnight, and the entire world heralded the arrival of 2022 with great pomp, Alan and his new friend turned soul-mate held each other in a tight embrace, their bodies interlocking with one ...
Back in the Day
Back in my day is a thing an old guy would say. No teenager could pull off a term such as that, or even a twenty something year old. Hell, even somebody in their mid-thirties would be hard pressed to be able to begin a sentence like Back in my day. Nope. Only some old fart with stories from the great war, maybe, could begin anything with Back in my day.Well. Well, well, well. There were chores to be done, perimeters to be checked, and computer diagnostics to be run. Fifteen year old Danny Bernard had quite a burden to bear. Hackers had successfully stolen about a hundred thousand people’s per...
A Paper Bag Full of CDs
skchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrl…We don’t have a paper bag full of CDs….skchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrl…That was the sound I heard, though, from the tiny bathroom — arms overhead, curling iron in hair, Sunday morning light reflecting back at me from the small mirror. Even if we DID have a paper bag full of CDs (which we DO NOT) WHY would Michael be rifling through them at 9 o’clock on a Sunday morning. He’s sound asleep…skchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlskchrlCarefully placing the hot iron on the tiny vanity, I stepped into the kitchen, marched ac...