"Aw dam these stupid morons!" Hickery Bicks screeched as hard as his black lungs could manage. He was attempting to round up the cattle as another day passed. "I can't wait to eat you Betsy" He whispered into the ear of one particular cow who was giving him particular issues with her inability to walk in a straight line.
All of a sudden, he heard a voice. "Dam nice Horse you got there. You're getting robb..." Before the voice could finish, Hickery Bicks' horse had already kicked him dead.
"Where is your horse?" Hickery Bicks asked the corpse, confused.
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
How to Not Become the Woman Everyone Warns the New Hires About
I wrote this manual because I have seen this behavior too many times to pretend it is rare. In many production jobs, toxic behavior is treated as normal, especially when it comes from older Hispanic women who have been there longer. They think they run the place. They mock new hires when they mess up. They give dirty looks instead of help. They laugh, whisper, and call it experience.
By Diani Alvarengaabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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