Fake Truth – The Miller Mills Story

This is a true, fake story. Everything recorded here actually fake happened to a real fictional person. The names have been changed to protect the nonexistent. The Miller Mills Story - Part I – Redemption Miller walked into his old place. He stood in front of his old bar stool. He ordered his old usual. ...

Part II – Revenge

“So you’re Miller Mills the former football guy?” asked the man behind the bullet proof glass. “Yep.” “And you want a Scratch For Cash?” “No. The Win 5.” “OK.” Miller thought back on the time this cashier had yelled at him. He’d taken a penny, without giving a penny. Now he was buying a scratcher ...

Part III – End of the Line

The man in the black pants and the blue button up shirt nudged Miller. Waking him from a pleasant dream. “Hey. End of the line pal.” said the rent a cop. “I’m heading downtown.” said Mills. “Different train pal. You gotta get off.” “I don’t have enough to get back on. Can’t you just let ...

Part IV – The Beginning of the End of the End of the Beginning

Miller sat alone on the street corner. “Hey kid, I used to be a football player.” Mills said, but there was no kid there. He was alone.

Part V – Spiral

Miller stood in the Costco parking lot. He held a football, this was the first time Miller Mills had held a football in close to five years. “Watch this spiral. This is gonna impress you ladies.” Miller said to no one. He pulled back, he let fly. The most incredible, beautiful, perfect spiral pass ever ...

Part VI – Miller Time

“It’s Miller time!” screamed Miller Mills outside the rehab clinic. “Please stop yelling that Sir. This is a rehab clinic.” said the man in the white coat. “Miller Time!!!”

Part VII – Take Down

The boy in the park didn’t see it coming, although when Miller was in prime form… no one ever had. “Got you punk.” Mills shouted at he slammed the boy into the ground, causing a fumble the Miller was able to jump on. This change of possession might mean the game, Miller thought to himself. ...

Part VIII – Waiting

“Hey, big guy. Sit down on the bench.” said the cop. “Names Miller Mills and I don’t belong here.” said Mills. “I don’t care who you are. You wave a knife at a cashier, you gonna sit in jail for awhile. At least until the people from Glenfield get here for you.” Mills didn’t like ...

Part IX – Almost

The lady in front of him, that wasn’t really in front of him, wouldn’t get out of his dang way. “Move it lady, I got places to be.” Miller shouted, at nothing. “Oh, I know that darling. You and I are heading to the same place.” “No we’re not, I’m going to the Post Office.” ...

Part X – Done!

Laying in the warm, thick liquid Miller felt safe. “You think that?” he muttered. The puddle was growing slowly, slower then the rain. “You think I’m the one?” he said. He lay back, just for a second, just to close his eyes. Just for a quick nap. “I’m no machine. I’m a man. A man! ...