Fly the Coop_Mantis_An Innocent Man_An Interdimensional Portal to Venus Sounds Safer Than My Mom (Bu
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Fly the Coop
It wasn’t always like this.‘Course, I don’t need to tell ya that. Ya already know that, don’t ya?Yeah, ‘course ya do. Most folks do, if only for the stories of my sisters and such. What those beasts did to us ain’t right. It ain’t natural what they did to us. It just ain’t.Most creatures, see, most creatures, they’ll hunt, right, they’ll chase down their prey and catch it and eat it and that’s that and that’s nature. That’s natural. What they did? It ain’t that.I know I don’t need to tell ya, but I’m gonna tell ya anyway. Got nothing better to do, really.They farmed us, see. They kept us locke...
Mantis
The room was dark, reeking of tobacco; the men could barely see each other’s faces through the drifting smoke. Glasses of scotch and plastic bags of white powder littered the table, and the men leaned close to get a better look at the action.“I’m running this city already, ten hotels and more on the way,” Damian said, leaning back and puffing on his cigar. “No one’s catching me now.” “You’ve been making these roundabout deals with everyone at the table, you’re dirtier than shit,” Mantis replied angrily. He’d been growing more and more frustrated as the night progressed, and even the cigarett...
An Innocent Man
There was a loud knock at my door. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. The clock displayed 3:09 a.m. I had no intention of leaving my bed at such an ungodly hour of the night and rolled back under the covers. It was a saturday night and no shortage of drunks roaming the streets."Go away, whoever you are." "There's no money or jewels in this rat hole. You're wasting your time."The knocking got louder, and it was followed by a deep Irish voice. "Open up, this is the San Francisco Police department. We have a warrant for your arrest. Now open this door or we will break it down.""...
An Interdimensional Portal to Venus Sounds Safer Than My Mom (But Not Really)
Before we start this whole "It was her fault" sort of thing, let's get this straight. I've got a 4、8 GPA, skipped sixth grade, have joined every club possible, and still managed to screw things up with my mom. Why? Because I was dumb. But Sophia, you must be like a genius with that GPA! Yeah, well, apparently I'm smart academically, but not when it comes to life decisions. I tend to screw a lot of things up. At least I definitely didn't do anything as bad as my mom did when she was high school. That's pretty hard to beat. You're probably wondering what she did that I can't, but that would take...