Not Real_Canary In A Coal Mine_Rum, smoke and poetry_Synchronicity is a Mother Frikin Female Dog
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Not Real
Cyndi Chapman stared anxiously at the road in front of her. It was now noon and she had been driving since four in morning, but she didn't feel at all tired. She was on her way to visit her brother, Isaac. She had not seen her twin brother in a little over five years, since she had graduated high school, and she wondered if he had changed at all. She also worried that he wouldn’t want to see her after all this time. She had good reason to worry about this, for the last time she had seen him he had accused her of betraying him. And he was right, she had betrayed him. “No,” Cyndi said out loud ...
Canary In A Coal Mine
Frantically pushing the keys on my laptop I attempted to locate the file for my business proposal which had disappeared. I had been entrusted to put it together after only a year and a half with this company.I stood up at my desk and casually looked about the office. Cubicles on either side of me were empty and no one within earshot. I reached for my mobile phone."Michael," I hissed into the phone. "They've sabotaged me - again. Just twenty minutes in the restroom and someone has tampered with my laptop. My meeting starts in two hours."Michael reminded me I had emailed him the proposal before ...
Rum, smoke and poetry
Rum, smoke and poetry. The three things that actually meant something to me. And the same three things that would come together within 10 short seconds to end a life. Sip, feel the burn and now swallow. That’s the rum. Take a drag on the Cuban cigar I’d been saving for just this moment. Exhale and see the smoke curl in front of your nose. That’s the smoke. Hold up the oily black metal. Shoot. And that’s the poetry. Because isn’t it poetic? Isn’t it just so romantic how lives can start and end with lovers? And that, as you walk away puffing on that chunky cigar leaving streaks of red lipstick o...
Synchronicity is a Mother Frikin Female Dog
9 September 2018, 9:21 p.m.“Well, it wasn’t a bad life—” Lee thought as he lumbered to the floor in slow motion. His legs trembled and www.onedoor.ccdoubled at the knees, his back arched, and his arms flew into the air as his athletic figure hit the cold concrete with a heavy thud. The photograph he had been looking at just moments ago slipped through his fingers and landed next to his still body like a dead autumn leaf. Handwritten in beautiful calligraphy on its back were the words: YOU, 25 September 2014、