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Soulful Gambling
The light of the fire caught the denarius as it flipped through the air, hanging at the apex for a moment before coming back down, landing in an awaiting soot-black palm. Tiberius’ face stared into the distance, neutral as ever.“Dude, you’re really bad at this.”“It’s a coin flip, you can’t be bad at it.”Conrad sat back in his camping chair, much more calm than before, though he didn’t let it show. Camping is supposed to be a relaxing activity, and yet here he was gambling his own life. The man, or whatever you wanted to call him, in the crushed velvet suit seemed pissed (though it was hard to ...
From Scratch
“Now, I know this is new to you, Jerry-” “Jared.” “Like I said, Jerry, but we will have this cake done in no time.” “Well, I hope so, Margie, but the party is in two hours.” “The last person that called me Margie was my friend Ben in first grade. That was the day he learned what dirt tasted like.” “… So, it’s Margret?” “Only if you don’t want to tell me how fresh this flour is. Now, hand me the whisk from the tumbler over there.” “What’s a whisk?” “Bowww.onedoor.ccy, you haven’t been in a kitchen in a while, have you?” “Well, I figure it’s about time to start since I’ll be cooking all my meals on my own now...
The Holy Grail of Christmas Presents: The Easy-Bake Oven
The Holy Grail of Christmas Presents: The Easy-Bake OvenNot all dads are made alike.- Some are organized, plan ahead, and get their Christmas shopping done in November. Some are disorganized, procrastinate, and battle the crowds on December 24th to secure the desired gifts.-Some spoil and dote on their children. Some spoil and dote on their children to the extreme.-Some give up, make adjustments, and seek alternatives. Some never give up, steadfastly refuse to alter course, and stubbornly reject options.This is the sad saga of a disorganized, procrastinating, doting, stubborn dad during the Ho...
ONE HELL OF A POKER NIGHT
Warning: Contains mild foul language. Demonic imagery - meant to be comedic.* * *If the Dark Prince ever promised he would be somewhere or do something, no one in their right mind would actually expect it to happen. Short of soul-gathering, how could anyone known as the Father of Lies and Deception be taken seriously? There was only one thing that was practically guaranteed though, at least in Hell. Satan had never missed Poker Night, which was routinely held every half-century, mortal time.The table was loaded with all the usual suspects: Hitler, always vying to grab the seat nearest the Dark...