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“Dead Dreams” By Vincent Chapman Sr. Chapter 1 The sun glew blissfully through the blinds. Its rays grazed the side of John Woodson’s face as he read the Wall Street Journal at the kitchen table. His wife Cindy, who was a nurse for Langley hospital, had just finished scooping the last of the scrambled eggs onto John’s plate. Moving swiftly, she placed his breakfast in front of him, causing the plate to knock hard against the hardwood table. “I love you too,” John said sarcastically as he watc...

The Woman The northwest side of the District of Columbia was calm despite the suit and ties making their way back to their surburban homes. Between the buildings, gusts of wind not only fluttered the clothing of the bystanders, but also carried the scent of food that was being cooked at the local restaurants. Horns were being honked. The worn brakes of the taxis sqeaked as the hurled pass drivers that obviously didn't know how to manuever in the city. I was walking down M street when a beauti...

The Alcoholic Polk County was known for its friendly residents, good ole' country cooking, and local taverns. Like every small town, Polk, over the last twenty years, had been bombarded with large companies. Even though the warehouses were just extensions of the main buildings in the city, they employed hundreds of residents. More than a third worked at the Budweiser Plant. Bob White, the town drunk, was a hardworking man. Bar fights and domestic disputes with his wife of twenty years, are am...