Dead Ringer_The Verdict_College at Last_Righting a Wrong
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Dead Ringer
Content warning: Mention owww.onedoor.ccf violence.It was just after two in the early morning hours of upcountry Esan Thailand. It was well known that Thais in this part of the country were early risers, especially those with the extra burden of being self-sustained farmers just to survive. Neung was no exception, but even he was usually asleep at these hours. A muffled and incessant pinging pierced the night air and had aroused him from a deep and peaceful slumber.Like all good Thais he had already done his nightly rituals before bed including evening prayers, soaking the rice in water for tomorrows breakf...
The Verdict
“You’re a star.” “I’m not a star.” “Of course you are. Those red snakeskin boots say it all.” The kid ignored the older man sitting across from him. He shuffled through the magazines on the waiting room table. Us. Cosmopolitan. Family Circle. “You here for test results?” The man watched the kid roll his eyes. He rummaged through the worn monthlies on the table. “They never have anything good. What I wouldn’t give for a Popular Mechanics or a Penthouse.” He laughed. The kid slouched into the bench and pulled his iPhone out. Swipe. Swipe. “Let’s see… glaucoma, skin cancer, I’ve been shot… cirrho...
College at Last
I always did well in school. My grades never failed to make my parents smile, and my grandmother’s pride in me grew with each passing year. She started buying savings bonds for my college fund and swore I’d be the first in our family to go. So, in many ways, I assumed it was a foregone conclusion that in the fall of 1976, I would head to a prominent college with ivy-covered buildings. The dream grew more intense during middle school and my first two years of high school. Visions of sorority parties, football games, and professors with patches on their sleeves filled my nights.It wasn’t just my...
Righting a Wrong
The small drops of water fell softly from the sky above. They made a soft pinging sound as they hit the window. Light streaked across the sky and a loud boom followed shortly after. The wind whipped the trees back and forth. The wind slammed itself into the mansion that stood in the face of the storm. Only one light shown from the windows. A figure stood staring out into the storm. The face of the woman was reflected in the glass in front of them. Her arms were clasped behind her back. Her white hair was pinned back in a bun and her black eyes glittered with unshed tears. Turning he...