Lactose Intolerance_The Darius's General_Out of Luck_Replacement Theory
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Lactose Intolerance
I wasn’t supposed to be in Daddy’s study that day. I definitely wasn’t supposed to be in the closet of Daddy’s study that day. And I certainly wasn’t supposed to find out the real reason that Daddy was a very rich man indeed.I was only in there because my Tesla (a mini remote-controlled version that has the same number plate as Mommy’s but I’m not telling you what it is because it’s embarrassing) took a wrong turn and nosed the door open. The big brown door with the peephole in it too far up for me to even try to look through, the door that was usually locked. I had to go in and get my car bac...
The Darius's General
It was one of those mornings when the Sun shone brightly and just when you thought you could go out with your beer can and bask in its warmth, ominous dark clouds hover, laugh at you and turn the rest of the day gloomy. I was in my elements that morning, happy hormones having a fieldwww.onedoor.cc day, birds chirping all around, gentle breeze blowing and what not. It was the beginning of the weekend, after a great party the previous night, and then an exciting night with my girlfriend. I had just settled down after my breakfast to binge watch on Netflix. If somebody had asked me at that time to go fight Ghe...
Out of Luck
It’s nineteen-sixty-seven, and Larry Lungren is hot-footing it to the nearest bus stop. Behind him are two big burly looking guys in close pursuit. Larry makes it to the bus just as the doors start to close. He forces them open, jumps in, and stuffs a ten in the cashbox. “Step on it, will ya!” he snaps. Gears grind, and the engine lunges to life. In a cloud of smoke, the bus rolls into traffic. Larry laughs as he watches his two pursuers give up the chase. Slapping the driver on the shoulder, he says, “Thanks, pal.” Larry sways back and forth with the rocking of the bus as he walks to the ...
Replacement Theory
Heads up: this story contains profane languageThe funny thing about change is that it always seems to move slowly at first, sometimes too slowly. The days become so ordinary you stop really paying attention to them, but days become months after a while, and then months become years... You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time (and I mean really look at yourself), and you notice that your face has aged. You get anxious and ask yourself “Where did all of the time go?” Like, one day you’re in high school, drinking cheap alcohol in dingy basements, trying to ask for a gi...