Fed up with his job as an assistant manager at the local Dinostop service station, Sean stared through the window at the big purple dinosaur statue in the yard next to the gas pumps and thought about how his boss was skimming money from the safe every morning and doctoring the paperwork to make it look like the assistant managers were always coming up short on their daily balances. The
I’ll tell you right now, Doc, I’m not the crazy one. Like I was saying at the end of our last session, there’s a hidden hand behind every world-changing event on this planet, and the only reason most people don’t know this is because they don’t want you to know. We’re all slaves to a hidden agenda, and they’re not going to stop until they’re in control of a one-world
One day on her afternoon stroll, Amanda Tournier noticed an unattended and unmarked box sitting in the middle of her neighborhood park. She stopped, crossed her arms, and peered at it, wondering what was in it. “It’s probably empty,” she thought, “just like my life.” She sat down on a nearby bench and let her imagination populate the box with things she wished she had: a briefcase full of cash;
As Bill Fuller walked down the sidewalk, he passed a woman with a face like a fist. She glanced at him quickly with an embarrassed look, as if to say she knew the damage she had done to herself over the years through bad lifestyle choices. She would be cursed with that bloated, creased, and tortured appearance to the day she died. Bill thought about how normal she could have
At last call, Moose Swanson rose from his stool in Mother’s Saloon and tossed four twenties on the bar, not knowing how much he owed and not caring. He strolled out the front door and onto the beach. At 6′ 6″ and 290 pounds, he got plenty of stares, especially when he peeled off his t-shirt, tossed it in the sand, and lumbered toward the water in nothing but his
←To “PB Waves” Dylan sat by Glenda’s bed, holding her frail hand. He double-checked her IV line to make sure morphine was flowing properly from the suspended bag, through the tube, and into her vein. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 4:45 a.m. He stared into Glenda’s sunken eyes and said, “I love you, Mom.” “I know, Son. I love you too,” she said quietly. “I’m so proud of
