The Last Joke_Becoming who I am today_The Weak Point of Reality_The First Circus
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The Last Joke
Rex arrived at the office early, two days before Aril 1st, 'day of fools' he thought to himself, as he put his briefcase down and his lunch tucked away in the top drawer. He'd been working for the company for 3 years now. A shy man, well groomed, quiet, kept mostly to himself, his nose dusted with freckles and hair as blond as the sun sparkles. The small local newspaper was an ideal place for Rex, as a copy editor's assistant, he did well for himself, and lived at home with his mother, whom he helped with bills and providing a home care worker to do chores for them. Rex preferred his life...
Becoming who I am today
All my life all I had known was my Padrino and Mexico, I didn't know who my parents were and nor did I know English, all I knew was that I lived with my godparentwww.onedoor.ccs and their family. Up until the year, 1993, January 29th. It was my eighth birthday in Guadalajara Mexico, and on that early morning, a woman who I have never met came rushing into my godfather's home saying she wanted to treat me for my birthday. I had no idea who this woman was nor had I ever seen her, but I felt comfortable with her taking me out to celebrate since my godfather told me everything would be okay. I felt reassured s...
The Weak Point of Reality
1Lil’ Romina sprang up from her slumber in an unknown room, where the wooden walls of the saloon muffled the cacophony of drunks and moaning whores. She woke up with a stinging pain on her head, but it wasn’t your standard headache. She saw that her pillow was lightly bloodied. Her last memory was stealing that horse from some beatdown ranch, trying to escape some awful men… “that’s it” she thought… remembering something. “That screamin’ rancher didn’t have a gun… he threw rocks at me, and landed one of ‘em on my head!” She was forcing her thoughts to remember what happened, but the imagery i...
The First Circus
It was still light out, though it was nearing dinnertime. The Ringmaster arrived first, with a few workers. They put up bright flyers all over Hadleigh, with big letters announcing daring trapeze artists and live animals that I had only seen in picture books. My Papa was the Sheriff, and he told me not to talk to them. He said circus people were strange.So I kept my distance as I watched them. The Ringmaster wore a blue and purple jacket with sparkles and a tall, shiny hat. His black hair curled over his collar, and he didn’t have a beard; my Papa and most of the men in our little town had bea...