The Stranger_Happiness in unhappiness_The Missing Piece_Oh, How Low People Can Go
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The Stranger
The guards had the stranger cuffed and on the ground before he could even say “hello.”“Check him!” barked Rosewell, the lead guard of Rockford, a town hidden deep in the mountains. Rosewell had dark hair that brushed the top of his shoulders and he always seemed www.onedoor.ccto wear a frown.Matthews, Rosewell’s second-in-command, patted down the stranger as another guard grabbed the stranger’s backpack and peered into it. The guard—Bennett—smiled and showed the contents to Rosewell.“Huh,” said Rosewell, staring into the bag. “Get him up.”Matthews grabbed the stranger roughly under the arm and pulled him to...
Happiness in unhappiness
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, or at least that's what they thought. Earlier this morning his wife over cooked the meat that they were supposed to enjoy, yet they finished it with non left.Later on, they had received the wrong coffee from what they ordered. After finishing their usual coffee, they went straight to the place that they've been aching for. He left the pile of work that he had, she left the laundry untouched.Rain then falls, more cars are in sight. They went from 80, 60, to 20. They couldn't make a left or a right turn. They just smiled at each other and ...
The Missing Piece
I never wanted to witness a murder.We had been driving back from my grandparents house on the Fourth of July. It was about eleven o’clock or so, dark enough that you couldn’t see a thing beyond the stretch of the streetlights.There was an accident on the interstate, so Dad had had to cut through a really sketchy town, with rundown houses and the creepy shells of old abandoned buildings. It was interesting at first, because to me, it felt like something out of a crime novel.A stoplight.A single.Red.Stoplight.The car was paused in the intersection, a few others lined up in front and behind. Som...
Oh, How Low People Can Go
Author’s Note: I don’t know if anyone has noticed, but normally I don’t use dialogue tags. In this story, I am trying to use them every once in a while. Please let me know if it worked or not! Thanks!Joy Freeman put her silver Grand Cherokee in park, pulled the key out of ignition. After grabbing her purse, she opened the car door and stepped out. The cold breeze immediately hit her face--she pulled her jacket tighter around her. With a blank look on her face, Joy walked to the entrance doors of the cafe in front of her. An older man came sidling up to her with a gentle smile.“Hello, Joy.” He...