One man’s junk is another’s treasure; I’m sure you’ve heard that before. Well it’s true; believe it. How else can you explain people waking up at 5AM on a Saturday so as to be the first to arrive at the garage sale that starts at 6AM in the next county? Is there really any reason to roust yourself out of bed at such a painful hour in order to have…
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Jamie realized she had to do something. The man was pointing the gun at her head. It was not an accident she was in this situation, she had known the man was there, in fact a friend had warned her just a few minutes earlier that “the crazy guy” was in the park again. Being impatient, and not wanting to take the long way home, Jamie had cut through the…
4 Comments Tags: Analogy, Choices, Gun.
Sam’s Stairs
Born on April 27, 2011 Catagory: Created. 2 Comments Tags: Cigarettes, Fiction, Mail, Pizza, Stories.
Sam sat down on the first step of the stairs leading to his apartment. He reached into the solitary breast pocket on his t-shirt and pulled out a half empty pack of cigarettes. Absentmindedly he slapped the butt of the pack into the palm of his right hand a few times and flipped the lid open. “Better pick up a new pack of smokes” he thought to himself as he…
2 Comments Tags: Cigarettes, Fiction, Mail, Pizza, Stories.
BRRRRRINNINNNNNNG! The alarm felt like a kick to the head. He rolled up and turned it off. It was 4:30AM. Skipping the shower, he pulled his stiff and faded Carhardts on and stood up. He stumbled across the room and hit the light switch, the dim florescent bulb flickered to life and began to buzz. Stooping down he grabbed the shirts he had peeled off only a few hours earlier…
It was January 17th, at least by his best calculations. The gravel road stretched to the crest of the hill beyond, and the falling snow gradually obscured the road and his vision. He looked down at the orange hunting vest he had put on 3 days (or was it 4 days) earlier and wryly smiled to himself. “At least I won’t get shot” he said aloud. Turning his head to…
3 Comments Tags: Snow, Stories.
