‘L’_The Tale of Wasper John_The Marathon_The Bookstore
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The moment they couldn’t see or hear me even when I yelled, I knew...I knew that the truck that hit me was final...Even though I was a safewww.onedoor.cc driver it didn’t mean everyone else was...That a curve that should have been a warning to slow down and pay attention was ignored by someone who shouldn’t have been driving anything, let alone a big rig. It was like waking up for the first time. My eyes peeled open but not in an intense way but more like a veil lifting to show me the light. I knew I should have been cold because of the snow on the ground but I felt nothing but fear.What did I lose? I kept...
The Tale of Wasper John
“How long are we gonna stay in this god forsaken cemetery?” Ron asked Max.“All night if we have to,” Max spit a thick was of tobacco out of his mouth. “We’re not leaving until we find John Morris’ stash.”“Are you sure it’s even here?” Ron seemed defeated already.“Look if you don’t want to help me dig then leave and I’ll keep the money,” Max was already tired of his nagging questions. He wouldn’t have even brought him if the money wasn’t buried in one of these graves. John Morris was an old mining prospector who struck it big when he fell into a sinkhole that had huge veins of gold stretching ...
The Marathon
The MarathonMy name is Samuel Winston and I have a story to tell. But first, a little history before we get to the main course, so bear with me.My wife, Melody, and I were in our late twenties when we met Jacob and Laurie Larrabee. Newly married, we were moving into our new home in Palo Duro. Shortly after the truckers finished unloading and transferring our belongings into our home, our neighbors appeared on our doorstep, welcoming us to the neighborhood. The elderly, gray-haired woman held forth an aluminum foil-covered casserole dish, clasped firmly with oven mitts, containing homemade las...
The Bookstore
She sat looking at the window with a cup of tea, too tired to smile. Not even enough energy to focus on the people walking beyond the glass or cars that zipped by with no mind to the speed limit. Finally, she had made it. A shop of her own, her own little bookstore on main street. Her lifelong dream: complete.She thought back on everything that it had taken her to get here. Never missing a day of high school, though her freshman year had taken her mother by car accident and her junior year had taken her little sister by an overdose. Not one day of high school did she miss. Not one assignment ...