No Bumps, Pal_The time where I almost failed_Orange Hook Moss_ The Sympathy Vote
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No Bumps, Pal
'Man, I could use a glass of water about now,' I said to myself in thought as I slowly rode into towww.onedoor.ccwn. The town was just as bad it was out there in heat. There has been a drought throughout the country of Vesbrilos since I could remember. Vesbrilos has been struggling with water supply for the past few decades and this town is suffering as much as the next. I can't recall how many towns I've been to for money was as scarce as finding some water in these troubled times. Vesbrilos used to have lakes and rivers at all corners of the country but now it's all been dried up since the beginning of th...
The time where I almost failed
“Oh God, what am I going to do?” I mutter to myself, papers soaked with tears strewn across my desk, several cups of coffee thrown half-hazardly, some empty, some still full and cold. I looked at a nearby clock. The time was six o'clock. The moon was dipping in the west, getting ready for bed as the sun was getting ready to go to work. The sky looked like a dancing fire with a mix of orange, yellow and red. The birds sang their beautiful songs, but they must have been singing about my funeral for me.The science finale worth seventy percent was in a few hours, and I was scrambling to get enou...
Orange Hook Moss
Chloe listened to her footsteps as she walked through the wooded area. She reveled in the peace being in her home away from home. As a combat veteran, the forest preserve's serenity offered a reprieve from the memories of her overseas deployment. From the position of park supervisor, she maintained a more thorough familiarity with the grounds than anyone. Chloe accepted the important responsibility of preserving the park’s natural splendor. She surveyed last night’s unexpected storm damage, one that caught local meteorologists off guard. Forty-mile-per-hour winds and substantial rain. The loc...
The Sympathy Vote
Benjamin Lafarge, the wily politician, found himself down in the polls, and on his third drink by noon, as sweat rounded the corners of his fat cheeks, becoming lost in the creases of his double chin.Like a snake charmer’s pungi, a knock at the door charmed his pudgy middling-height body to its apex, as the thudding at the door sounded a lot like more bad news. “Just go away,” he slurred his demand. “It’s me Ben,” a deep-toned calm voice came through the door. “It’s Jarred.” Stress, Ben hankered to bellow, “Did I not tell you to go away?” Yet, his and Jared's friendship went all the way back t...