

Jack, The Silent FriendDave sat up at the bar at the local pub, Jack beside him. The setting sun fought its way through the grimy windows, picking up the ever-present haze of smoke floating through the air. Half-empty glass beside him, Dave flipped open his wallet and gazed at the photo inside. A petite brunette looked back at him happily, her glee shining out. But her smile was lost on him. He had felt nothing but empty loneliness the day that Alanna had left him for another man. He downed the rest of his glass and glanced over at Jack, who supplied another drink to him in an instant. Jack was a good friend. He was always there when Dave needed him, and he listeneJack, The Silent Friend
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On A Gehenna WindAstrid’s eyes snapped open from her restless sleep. Figments of her dreams lay in her mind as she huddled up under the thin sheets, struggling to keep warm in the freezing desert night. Hating the fact that she was again alone in the bed, she rolled over to see the time on Al’s trusty alarm clock.On A Gehenna Wind
“Midnight. The witching hour comes,” She thought to herself. Rolling over, she willed herself back to sleep. But the feeling of restlessness would not leave her. Al’s words to her the morning earlier passed through her mind. “I’ll be back in three days…you know what to do.” She knew he could handle himself, as could Emma and Ed, but sh
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~Shoot first, or forever hold your peace.~
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Fear the bow of the silent archer...
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'Have a seat'; What a peculiar expression.
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Striving for Mediocrity in a world of Excellence
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Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
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Striving for Mediocrity in a world of Excellence
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Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
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