You make Your own Luck

The silver ornate, buffalo-hide cowboy boots crushed the broken glass pieces on the floor as he made his way to the counter walking across the carnage of his creation. His signature 0.44 calibre, double-barreled ’73 Winchester was slung over the left shoulder. In his other hand he carried a ’60 Colt army model, 5 of … Continue reading You make Your own Luck

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Unable to stand up from the table, I was inching towards my ruin giving away everything I had ever dreamed of, A hundred eyes watched my slow death, mildly amused. But only you queitly pulled me aside, “Are you mad, can’t you see? This game is rigged, you will lose every penny.” I gave you … Continue reading Untitled #1