Stories tagged “win”
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The Hustler Dream
I say let’s race, for glory, for life. You laugh in my face, and get ready, to deal. I’m over three, down two, up one. You’re steady on wings, but guess what, I win. You say it’s unfair, Irrational, Preposterous, But this ...
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I Will Win
I fumed silently to myself. I was angry, but I still had an excellent memory. Totally calm again, I said into the phone, “I believe I apoligized for not calling and not being in school. If I remember correctly, I gave you no reason as to why I di...
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End
I open my eyes and up above me I see the sky, plain and black. Silence is all around me, and no one is rushing to my side to help. Maybe I am already dead. I attempt to move, and with little pain I sit up. I look around me, thinking I am in heaven, to ...
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The Ultimate Chronicle - Part 7
Space/Time Lincoln stormed into the fray, swinging his nonfunctional gauntlets. Even broken, the heavy steel allowed him to smash Babbage’s clockwork creatures, thinning their ranks. As Tesla’s Autoviathan plowed into the mechanical army, the head ...
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This is a Story
This is a story Where the enemies win, Where the angry ones, The selfish people, They reign. This is a story Where the kind lose, Where the selfless ones, The caring people, They are broken. This is the story of life. The way we have to live. Where rea...
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A New Birth for the Ancient Man
Black smudged hands and aching joints were a thing of the past. The massive machine that sat in front him, staring blankly back, with his aged expression mirrored in it’s screen, seemed to taunt him. Yes, it had been years. And, yes, many of his ...
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Jump With Me
Life is about taking chances. What do you say About taking one with me? It may be a risk worth taking. One thing is for sure, I won’t regret a thing. Past has taught me If you hesitate, You may miss out. You may regret. Sure we may fail But we wi...
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The Talking Clock.
After closing time at the bar, Darren was proudly showing a group of friends his new apartment. He drunkely stumbled to the bedroom where one of his friends noticed a large, brass gong and mallet sitting in the corner. “What’s up with the b...
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Fayette le Gagnant
Fayette seemed to consider the road lazily, almost without noticing it. His eyes rolled from side to side at speeds his car could only dream of matching, the other racers proving to be only dashes that marred the clean serenity of his mirrors, filling ...