Travesties in Lyme-Regis_Not Mathing_Inner Dwelling_Passing Ships
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Travesties in Lyme-Regis
A bright yellow sun winked its eye over the hills in the East. "Sunday morning, in the life of 2073," typed Father Jimmy Savvalas in his soon-to-be-read sermon, at church today. He felt like a seminarian, procrastinating his sermons 'til the day before, if not the day of. Times were tough of late, however, for the region of Dorset, town of Lyme Regis, and soon, for the whole country of England. Father Jimmywww.onedoor.cc turned his television off. Click. The only thing fun he did these days was watch movies, trying to get his mind off the riots.A convert to Catholicism, sixty-six year old Dimitrios Savval...
Not Mathing
“You have got to be kidding me,” Tonya said with her arm out the driver's side window as she looked at her bank account. She blinked her eyes and prayed when she looked at her balance it was wrong. She opened her eyes again and sadly- the negative balance was there. “Negative $77,” she mumbled to herself. “What the hell did I spend it on?”She moved her arm back into the car and started thinking to herself about her transactions while at the ATM. “All right. Friday I had $1,800 in the account. I know $1,500 came out for rent, $115 for car payment, $250 for groceries and gas, and –.” Honk! Honk!...
Inner Dwelling
March “Get out of here, now!” she cried with rage as she aimed at his head with one of his boots. He was startled by the throw but managed to dodge the sloppily thrown shoe.“You’re crazy, woman! Absolutely mad!” he spat back.“Oh, spare me!” she countered. “Go and whine to your other wench about it, you two-faced coward!”He scoffed scornfully and cursed, making his way to the door.“We’re done, for real this time!” she howled. Her voice was starting to shake as she glared at the image of his back, his blonde hair, his broad shoulders, all of him warding off, leaving. He didn’t respond and slamme...
Passing Ships
Evan Clark got on the empty elevator on floor nineteen. He had been putting off leaving work, dreading his next destination, and he was running late. He tapped his foot and stared around the elevator impatiently. To his great dismay, the elevator stopped at floor seventeen to welcome an extremely frazzled looking Brianna Cowell, whom Evan did not recognize. Long moments of silence passed, anxiety emanating from both bodies in equal force. Little did they know, the possibility of either getting where they were headed on time had already disappeared. Disappeared with the building’s power, that i...