LUST FOR LOVE_Meat On The Bone_TOURIST_The Night They Shot Captain America
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LUST FOR LOVE
tw:suicideRoy says, girls are untrustworthy creatures. He takes another swig of the beer. "Wouldn't it be great if there was a God that punishes people who break promises?"Yeah, sure man, I respond. That would be great. This world is full of folks who violate others' feelings, breach others' faith. I mean, just look around us_ politicians, rulers, bureaucrats, sellers, marketeers, firms, companies...all stand gulty. And if God were to get busy and set them right, put them in their places, punish them for all their umpteen acts of commission and omission, this world would be a much better place...
Meat On The Bone
1、 IsabelleI’m hungry.I’m hungry and I’m cold and the floor is hard beneath me. The air is thick and static. It smells so bad. What is that smell?I don’t want to know.2、 AlfredI leaned back in the chair and rubbed my stomach. Gave it a gentle slap. I could have done with a little more time to sleep, but otherwise, I felt pretty good. I closed my eyes against the whiteness of the light and watched the shapes forming and breaking against my eyelids. Kaleidoscopic.A cough from across the table got my attention, which was its purpose. I lowered my head slowly until it was level and then sa...
TOURIST
TOURIST She was running through the corridor of the palace through sure footed steps, knew where she was going. Other foot steps followed her she knew those belonged to more than one person. Her ornaments were jingling and giving away her presence and her long skirt was impeding her speed. Breathless she mentally searched for a place to stop. She seemed to know every nook and corner of the palace. Darkness helped her, moving very softly she hid under a staircase and waited for the footsteps to overtake her. Once she could hear them no more she carefully and quietly removed her ornaments and t...
The Night They Shot Captain America
I was on duty at the precinct the night they shot Captain America. With over twenty years as a detective in various precincts in the general Portland, Oregon area, I have had a lot of serious matters come across my desk, but this one was special since I knew the parties involved. It quickly became a personal matter. I am Detective Rocco Mancini, swing shift supervisor. The 5 pm to midnight shift can be a very vigorous one since all the freaks come out at night as that old song suggests. I do my best to keep things loose and stress free since it can become a zwww.onedoor.ccoo in a matter of seconds. The...