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One man, one mission. Save the town. A man robs the bank and takes a woman hostage. He makes a daring rescue by jumping through the window of the bank. He gets the girl and saves the day. Everyone loves him. Who knows where the money went. He notices a small bit of dust on the ground under a picture frame. After removing the picture he notices a large bag full of gold coins. He is accepted by the police into a detective role.
By James Paulson on 11.12.2016
She jumped off the horse easily, hitting the ground with hardly a sound. I watched jealously before sliding off my own horse in an undignified manner, narrowly avoiding landing on the ground ass first.
By Emma URL on 11.12.2016
“I moved out here because I couldn’t breathe in the city anymore. It was all dirt and soot all the time. Not the real dirt and soot that we have here in the western lands, mind you. Not muddy paths or cattle dung or gravel or car fumes, the kind you can wash off at the end of the day. I’m talking about the soot that creeps into you from the screens. go to any city and you’ll see it clinging to everybody. Their faces are dirty with it. The walls are covered in it, wherever you look it grabs you and creeps in behind your eyes and sticks to your thoughts, changes them, dirties you up inside. it’s in the air and it fills your lungs, fills your speech, and It stays and grows like a parasite. It almost got me, too. It’s probably gonna get all of us eventually, even out here. That’s the danger of calling it progress, you know. I’m happy here. Move western, I tell everybody when I write to them. But I know they never will. Most have stopped breathing for themselves long ago.”
By teadrop URL on 11.12.2016
From the western side of the hempishere
knowledge can be hampering
especially if its yelled at from the enfranchised scientist
renumeration for the placid people
nothing but a minor pimple
despite the bigot that caretakes to charity parking lots
covering up whats simple
isn’t so simple.
By Milad URL on 11.12.2016
I lived in a western world. I lived a western lifestyle. But there was nothing that could truly enlighten me in that world, the world in which I was born in and which I loved. I knew everything about it. Everything that it could teach me had already been taught to me, so I moved. I moved away from the comfortable cities, my family, and I lived a different life.
By Sofi on 11.12.2016
Western omelettes. That’s what we were eating when it all happened. Jessie was sitting across from me with her head in her hands, and I was staring in disbelief. I cant’t believe that just happened, I was too dumbfounded to say anything to her. This was it. This was the end of things as I knew it.
By Eric on 11.12.2016
She tipped her hat, assuming the character. “Well, partner, this town isn’t big enough for the two of us.”
He rolled his eyes and went back to his book. She stuck her lip out and pouted. “It’s not! You have to get out!”
He finally laughed and set his book aside, placing his hands on her hips.
By Bridget Grace URL on 11.12.2016
A state of mind. We live with an eye towards the future. We live to behold the wonders of the world. It’s a state of mind.
By Steph URL on 11.12.2016
i believe in the outdoors, the wind, the big sky. The ranchand. calloused hands, a flopy hat.
By lukas on 11.12.2016
Acorphobia, when I’m getting to know ya
Just a boergouis feller, living a metropolitan endeavor
don’t fear me,
even if you hate me
we both have debility; so what; its the norm.
before were torn!
If you take a turn you will be wasted, that’s WESTERN
By kushalatreya URL on 11.12.2016
western. when I hear the word western, It hink of western movies. like john wayyne. who else? sheesh my mind i sgoing blank because I cant think too well under pressure. I can’t even really use punctuation, although I did right there. I geuss im getting better. as I type full of typos. I really don’t want to attach this to my email address. hopefully I can figure out how to get another prompt without simply restarting this one again. I guess only time will tell, and that time is now.
By henok on 11.12.2016
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.