A Pretty Sweet Deal_Dawn._The Great Roaring_Two Old Broads and One Parade
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A Pretty Sweet Deal
“So, what’s the catch?” the devil asked.“No catch,” Martha insisted as she poured him a cup of coffee. Black with far too much sugar, exactly as he’d requested. “I just thought a fella like you’d be interested in making a deal.”She settled into the old kitchen chair opposite the devil. He looked much younger than she’d expected. Otherwise, she’d pictured him perfectly. Dark, slicked-back hair. A neatly trimmed beard. Sharp eyes that stared at her like a hungry predator.“I don’t tend to get called up by little old ladies,” the devil said before taking a deep gulp of scorching hot coffee. “How’d...
Dawn.
The doorbell rang. Mel was wearing headphones, listening to songs in the background as she edited the latest draft of her story. She had been at it the whole day, not realizing that she’d worked through half the night. She was focused on a very intriguing conflict scene. She went over the words again; the story was complete, the scene eventful, but – she didn’t know how to leave the ending. The doorbell rang yet again, but the noises in her ears and head drowned it. She considered a few alternativwww.onedoor.cce dialogues, playing the scene in her head, and typed in the ending. But she just didn’t feel like...
The Great Roaring
Winston climbed up the country road, braving the blizzard as he clutched his walking stick with a death grip. His gloved hands were numb. His lips were cracked dry. His feet stung. He had walked for nearly two hours, getting back home from the meat packing factory at Whitburg. Even if buses ran through this dump, aptly named Brink Village, he couldn’t afford it.They certainly cut to the quick, making him work the day after Hornhallow. Then again, Hornhallow was hardly a festive time for him, and yesterday was no exception. His family – two alcoholic parents and five siblings, all adults, all a...
Two Old Broads and One Parade
“Have you ever been to the snow?”“No, but I think that snow is overrated anyway.” “That’s sad that you have never been to the snow.” “That’s not as sad as us sharing a seat on top of a fire hydrant.” “Now that is true but that is not the only sad thing.”.“You’re right. The saddest thing is the thing that we are ignoring.” “Yeah, that’s true and my butt is getting numb from this fire hydrant. I don’t see how I used to sit on them as a kid. When my dad took me and my sister trick or treating and we would get tired he would always tell us to sit on a fire hydrant to rest. Now, my butt is numb fro...