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Zippo. James Ross

John said; 'I had this dream. I'll tell you about it: I'm standing in a bar with some friends and we're talking, drinking, it's Friday night and the bar is pretty full, there's loud music playing. The beer is making me feel good, but not falling-down good, and the vibe is there and all the girls look pretty. I have enough money in my pocket to keep it going like this all night so, you know, everything is fine.'     He wound down the window and took a deep breath before continuing. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода…

Isabel Miles. Misconnect

'Hello, we're calling to make you aware of a new government-backed initiative. You may be entitled...' Eliot hung up. It had been unlikely, but the phone had kept ringing all the time he'd been breaking in and that had injected a little spike of hope into his day. Now, he looked round properly. The couple in the living-room, their genders revealed by clothing and their intimacy by their interlocked fingers, had that look of surprise shared by all Q-bomb victims. Their mummified corpses would start to rot now…

Lancastrian Nights. David. A. Middleton

It was in the city of Lancaster, the capital of Lancashire and the lands of the Duchy of that place – who, since the Tudor kings, has always been the reigning monarch. Lancaster was the place of the Pendle Witch Trials, so it should have been little surprise to me that magical and strange things could occur in this most noble of counties. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал I had alighted from the train, one…

The Egg. Sherwood Anderson

Part One MY FATHER was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years old he worked as a farmhand for a man named Thomas Butterworth whose place lay near the town of Bidwell, Ohio. He had then a horse of his own and on Saturday evenings drove into town to spend a few hours in social intercourse with other farmhands. In town he drank several glasses of beer and stood about in Ben Head’s saloon—crowded on Saturday evenings with visiting farmhands. Songs were sung and…

The Thing You Want. Jack Trammell

Outside of what was left of Atlanta, they discovered the great brick house, hidden in a thick grove of walnut trees. The grass was so high in the yard around it that the blades had fallen over into brown clumps beneath their own weight. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал     They assumed it was abandoned, a prime target for a hiatus from the monotonous routine of marching and standing for reveille three times…

The Park. Samantha Wiener

When my parents start to scream so loud I can't hear myself think, I plug headphones into my dad's old Dell laptop that weighs about seventeen pounds, press the first thing I can find on YouTube, and turn the sound all the way up. I can still hear them though, so I take the barbeque chips I hide in my closet because I have what my best friend Lindsay calls "an unhealthy relationship with food" and I chomp really, really hard. I can't hear them for a while, which feels good until I remember that they are still…

A Nose For the King. Jack London

In the morning calm of Korea, when its peace and tranquillity truly merited its ancient name, "Cho-sen," there lived a politician by name Yi Chin Ho. He was a man of parts, and--who shall say?--perhaps in no wise worse than politicians the world over. But, unlike his brethren in other lands, Yi Chin Ho was in jail. Not that he had inadvertently diverted to himself public moneys, but that he had inadvertently diverted too much. Excess is to be deplored in all things, even in grafting, and Yi Chin Ho's excess…

My Brother’s Keeper. Eve Chancellor

I     My brother's name is David. Our parents called him that because it means "beloved," in case you didn't know. In the Bible, the story about David and Goliath is one of the best ones, when that kid slings a rock at the giant's head and kills him dead.     My name is Matthew. Most people call me Matt. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал     'Matthew,' Mum says, lighting the Christmas candle. 'Would you like…

End of the Line. Alison L. Randall

When Frank and I stepped through the post office doors, there was a crowd gathered, gawking at the new fixture on the wall like a chorus of wide-mouthed frogs. I had to get closer, and that was where being a girl that's scrawnier than a wire fence came in handy. Fortunately, Frank, my twin of eleven years, was just the same. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал     "Come on." I said, grabbing his hand, and we…

The Christmas Cabin. Ronald Paxton

Something was wrong. The cabin was dark. Arthur always turned on the table lamp by the bookcase and the front porch light whenever he left home for any period of time. Now, only a full moon enabled him to see the outline of his cabin from the top of the gravel driveway. 🧲 Получи удовольствие от дохода в telegram. Смотри как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой канал     He cut the engine, killed the lights, and stepped out of the truck. Arthur crept through the woods, taking…