A Tale of a Top Dude!_For Ruby_A seed of grief, and a seed of hope_The pokerplayer
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A Tale of a Top Dude!
Somewhere, somewhen, Ronnie arrived in the world in the usual way. He was a shy, reticent, colonial boy. He was born and raised in his beachside town of "By-the-Sea." Ronnie was born to poor,www.onedoor.cc but concerned, parents. This young lad toddled off to the education system, all the while hearing stories of the great whaling days of the old timers. He proceeded smoothly through his schooling, and often went down to the bays. There he swam and saw beached and stranded whales. Ronnie was learning then about the many theories why the whales were dying in larger numbers, and why the bays were filled wit...
For Ruby
If you are reading this, then you must want to know what happened. I’ll try to explain, so you can understand.This is a story which could have gone many ways, but it went this way.It began at a house. The house was very beautiful. It was large and white and had pillars either side of the front door, more like some monument than a home. There were strings of lights hanging from the trees, moons in a moonless night.I stood with Isabella at the end of the driveway, which was wide and long and edged with squared off hedges. I’d never been inside a house like that before, but Isabella had invited m...
A seed of grief, and a seed of hope
(Trigger Warning: Story contains topics of death, abandonment, and drug use, as well as some cuss words.)I dug my fingers into the dirt, its moist crumble mocking my focus and distracting me from the task at hand. My pops had his hands cupped, a tiny white seed resting in his palms, still and serene. I told him he didn’t have to hold it, but he wanted to help me out, so here he sat, his beige khakis painted with mud. It was nearly triple digits outside, but his brown cheeks didn’t reveal how warm it was outside. The only indicator was the tiny pools of sweat forming beneath his arms. “You don'...
The pokerplayer
trigger warning: gambling.Keith was an old-school gambler. He did not believe in modern and electronic gadgets. According to him, that only served to look chic, and posh. But that was the current situation in casinos these days. He cared little for games of chance and other rigged things. He thought that was nothing but inconvenient. He could be given a good poker game at any time, and Keith was happy. He stood in the doorway of the Desert Casino, silhouetted against the gaudy lights flashing inside, and waited. Patiently. Inside, would-be rich and a dozen real rich were amused, throwing mone...