It's Mine, You Can't Have It_The Dragon of Wall Street_The Black Cat_Fairy Footprints
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It's Mine, Ywww.onedoor.ccou Can't Have It
“Whoa, that’s great rock pile! There must be a thousand rocks in there. And some of them are huge. I could really use those to fill in the hole where we are going to lay the concrete slab for our house.”“Oh no. These rocks are like my friends, we’ve been through a lot together. I wouldn’t let you drop them under a concrete slab!”I was taken aback that the old lady was going to hold out on giving me those rocks. I was going to have to pay hundreds of dollars to have a truck bring in rocks to fill in that hole. We’d be pouring later in the week. It would save me a bundle.We stood looking at the ...
The Dragon of Wall Street
A pale sun rose over the New York City skyline on that cold, blustery day in February. The clouds of smoke-steam billowed from beneath the city through the sidewalk grates warming a dozen houseless men from the depths of The Dragon’s lair. The Dragon himself was snaking his way through his maze of tunnels toward the morning’s destination. He preferred the underground. It connected him to the pulse of the city, whose heart he held in his grip. The exotic Ethiopian espresso drawn from his La Marzocco Strada frothed into a luxurious latte by his personal chef was being choked by his long, bony c...
The Black Cat
contains: drug abuse, and lots of violenceIt was my first night outside, kicked out by my mom, an addict, to cope with the loss of my dad. This was… a long time ago, 23 years ago, I think. I didn’t remember much before the drugs. I’m writing this in jail, after 6 months of entering. This night was the hardest. I wanted to go back home, so badly, but I knew the pain my mom would put me through if I went back. I tried to sleep, cold, and wearing nothing but a thin beat-up jacket I found on the street. It’s really hard to lay down, especially so open, no room, no food, all alone in the urban stre...
Fairy Footprints
As I walked through the freshly fallen snow, my mind drifted to thoughts of the past week. I recalled New Year's Eve, spent at my cousins' house. Family and friends were surrounding me, much like the snowflakes currently drifting through the air enfolded me. I felt like I was walking through a dream.As a walked, I watched the white specks float and dance around me. Each one was a masterpiece, with delicate curves and sharp edges. I could hardly even hear my footsteps. When I glanced down, I snapped back to reality. The reason I could not hear my footsteps is because I was not leaving any.This ...