Thirty-three Thousand Novels & Stories

"Okay, 31.1 billion going three times, I declare, it’s..." "Wait!" Samuel suddenly spoke again.

she asks with her eyes squinting. I can't help the laugh that tears through my throat when she says this. "No, not as old as Genesis in the Bible, like thirty-three years ago okay?" Her eyes almost pop and began counting her fingernails from number one and I watch her carefully when she finally reaches her count to thirty-three, she blinks rapidly and in a cute perplexity and her mouth drops open. "Daddy must be rea..eally old then, it is a long way to thirty-three."

“How many parties are we discussing?” “Four.”

Thirty years of trusting. Finally. Answered.

Thirty years later, the town I was stationed at finally achieved true prosperity. By this time, I was weak with age. "Mr. Porter, come have dinner with us! Today is a day worth celebrating. The town is thriving again." Several townspeople came to invite me. I rubbed my leg, which hurt so badly it felt like it was on fire, and managed a smile. "All right." Every step I took felt like torture. The pain was so intense that I wanted to scream, but on a day like this, I had to endure it.

I'm coming. #30

"W h a t....a b o u t... f i f t e e n... t h o u s a n d s...w o r d s?" "Ten thousands it is then." *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

My breath hitched. Three. Million. Dollars? The bastard!.

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Nine thirty. "Oh shite."