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Power's out.
Ah shit. It’s black again. I get up, walk to the window, open the blinds and look outside. Everything turned black. No fucking power anymore. Shit. It always seems to happen at the worst time. But then I think, is there really a good time for the power to break down? The birds are chirping and the sky clears up. I’m not ready. I’m not ready for another day. Powerless, useless day, one after the other. Then I remember, the fucking power is out. Shit.I’m already a part of the worst people on Earth, and now my power’s out too. The whole fucking street’s power’s out. So what to do when you’re Scot...
Southern Roots
Amelia Rose had lived in the South all her days. She was now twenty-nine years of age and single, which was nearly an unheard of occurrence in the small Southern town where she lived. All of her hometown friends had been married for several years and most were already parents of at least two children. Amelia Rose didn’t understand the prerequisite. She’d finished college and decided upon returning home because her mother had been ill, but since doing so, she’d been chastised by family, close friends, acquaintances, and even strangers whom she did not know beyond a nod of greeting, for not ‘set...
If You Can Survive Jail, You Can Survive a Graduation Party
It’s been a rough few years. Jail changed my life. House arrest was a challenge. Then mom got sick. I really should go to the party tonight; it’s the only time my nephew will graduate from university and I should be there to help him celebrate. He worked so hard, and I am proud of him being the first college graduate in our family.But. I can’t face these people. If embezzling from our local parish wasn’t bad enough, I had to write bad checks to my grandma. They will never forgive me, not that I expect them to-I will never forgivewww.onedoor.cc myself.How did I get here, you ask? Well, that’s a funny story....
The Quickest Gun from the East
The Quickest Gun from the EastIn November of the year 1880, Joseph Luban descended from the Southern Pacific Railroad train at Tucson in the Arizona territory, where the train had stopped for refueling and taking on supplies, before continuing to San Francisco. Joseph had planned to look over the city, but when a fellow passenger suggested that if he wanted to see “the real West,” he should travel to Tombstone, he decided to do so. He wasn’t sure he could return in time to catch the train, but there would be another in a week and he was in no hurry. He took a stagecoac...