Stories tagged “hanging”
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Laughter.
I made my way to the spot where I usually do things alone. It was under the shade of a large tree, away from the busy and noisy people. I find peace there. And I started doing my stuff. Then I heard laughter. The laughter was not the type that will cre...
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Cold Blood Moon

Half past one in the light of the moon The sheriff’s running ‘cause he ain’t immune To a bullet in his back beside the saloon And another one on its way Darrell Oakes never had no dossier Just a girl who’d stole his heart away A...
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To the Moon
It was sunny that day, with a clear sky and gentle breeze. It felt wrong to Janie. On a day like this, the weather should match her mood. The birds singing felt out of place, as did the children laughing on the street. The road was dusty. Every step sh...
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Going through the motions
Paul Lyons sat in his cramped cell. His fingers still black from the ink off of the finger print pad. The arresting officer never realized that Paul didn’t have any recognizable prints. So there he sat, in a cell built by lower creatures than his own...
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Rattlesnake Dick and The Lady
“Well, Rattlesnake,” the sheriff said as he carved a chaw. “Looks like you’re gonna meet yore maker soon.” Workmen putting the finishing touches on the gallows outside the jail had gone home. Three days of their incessant ...
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A Rough Patch

Anson: I hate jobs like this and I shoulda asked before, but this is a paying job, right? Simon: What do you think? I’m not out here for fun. Anson: I know. You and fun don’t mix. Simon: Whaddya mean? Anson: Nevermind. I just want your word...