Sending Wes to WarWesley and I had never gotten along. He was about a year older than I was, and he seemed to think that this made him better. He’d always act like my friend, then, when he and I would do something we weren’t supposed to, we’d get caught, and guess who’d get blamed? Not the older one, as one would expect, as “He should know better,” but me, the one who was silly enough to even suggest it in the first place. Nine times out of ten, he’d suggested it, and I’d gone along because I didn’t want to feel like a weenie.Sending Wes to War
They came here for the holidays every year, an eight hour drive from their suburb outside Houston. Thanksgiving or Ch
OceanA biting cold wind was blowing out of the northeast. Craig shivered as he turned up the collar on his shirt. Winter was here, no doubt about that. He hurried on down the lane to…where? Anywhere with an ocean.Ocean
Craig’s life was horrible. Nothing ever went well. So he decided to leave it.
Just walk right out on all of it. Forget any of it ever took place. Work from city to city, until he reached the coast. He’d wanted to be a sailor since he was about three years old. He’d never even seen the ocean, though he’d
A thought before deathJohn was dead. As dead as dead can be. If you had a nickel for every spark of life that wasn’t in his body, you’d have a nickel.A thought before death
He had fallen out of a window. It had been ruled an accidental death. But that wasn’t entirely true. He had a brief thought shortly before he smacked into the pavement, “All human death is either homicide or suicide.”
Then, in his final seconds of life, that flash of your life before your eyes that’s supposed to happen, didn’t.
WHAM
John was dead.
However, the psychic who had been monitoring John’s
Apartments- Part 2Our hero stepped into his apartment. It was the last day of the week. His first week in the new apartment was up. What a week it had been.Apartments- Part 2
It had started out with a bang-literally. Boris and Ivan a few doors down were trying to brew some vodka with the potatoes they’d saved up, but something went wrong and the still had exploded. The stink was just now going away-something between rotten potatoes and cheap liquor, with a heaping helping of dirty smoke.
The Buddhist guy and Adonia had been the first to arrive. Adonia attempted to seize the c
Atheist inconclusionThe dim light in the bar hardly reached its way to the corner table where Gregory sat driving away the frustrations of the day with a liquid cure. A sudden blaze at the end of a lighter lit up the corner momentarily showing a young, bearded man, wearing a white buttoned down shirt and black slacks. From his neck, hung a black slackened tie. Smoking lazily between his fingers was a cigarette. The bell above the door entering the bar chimed as a bald middle-aged man wearing a yellow shirt and khakis made his way in. Striding to the table in the corner, the man pocketed the keysAtheist inconclusion
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