explain everything to you in a minute.” said Captain Skillman. As they sat there quiet. Deputy Blake held his head down. “Are you okay?” ask Captain Skillman. “Yes I’m fine, I’m just a little tired.” said Deputy Blake. “Well, we won’t be long.” said Captain Skillman. As they sat there, three men walked in, Lieutenant Crimp, Lieutenant Nectar and Sergeant Prim. Captain Skillman stood up and shook their hands. “Now we can start.” said Captain Skillman. Then six special agents walked in. “What’s going on?” ask Deputy Corde. “Gentlemen, these are FBI agents and you five have been pretty busy, we’ve had you all under surveillance and you all have been participating in illegal activities.” said Captain Skillman. “HOLD ON, WHAT IS ALL THIS?” yelled…
The nearest of the dead quickly picked up on the commotion going on down the road. The beeping of the horn and the barking of the dog might as well been a dinner bell.…
My division was stationed in Normandy, France, at the time of the Allied invasion on June 6, 1944. Toward the end of August or early September, Canadian troops captured me near Dieppe.10 I was with a small group of men who were cut off from our main company and overrun by motorized Allied units. For several days we wandered around searching for our unit, until one night we strayed into a field camp of Canadian soldiers. You can well imagine the astonishment all around when we suddenly appeared in their midst. The Canadians didn’t have a guard posted. This was probably better for all because otherwise we might have exchanged gunfire. Instead, we peacefully turned over our weapons and in return received cigarettes.…
A sharp wail cut through the silence of Woodbridge Mental Hospital. A nurse immediately rushed towards the far end of the hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls of the hospital. As she approached the door of the patient’s ward, she heard equipment crashing to the floor and shattering. She fished out her cell phone and dialed a number.…
“Twenty years,” the old man named Peter mumbled silently with his navy-blue jacket on and an oak cane in hand. He hadn’t looked at the monstrosity in years. He stood for minutes at the cold entryway. As he walked through the iron gates, he glanced at the graves of his acquaintances.…
As I opened the door to the panic room, I realized something…I had opened the door to the panic room. A place that when entered should have been locked should've been sealed so that nothing less than a tank could get through the door. Something was definitely awry. I released the handle and my hand came away sticky. It was blood, who's I didn't know but the handle was coated in it. Now that the ash no longer clouded my vision I could see that the panic room was pristine as ever. The walls unlike their fellows outside in the hall, were crisp and colorless. All except for the maroon streak that crawled along the floor oozing from a sizzling wound in someone's leg.…
Xion summoned her keyblade, holding the handle firmly in her hand in an upward position so that the blade pointed to the ceiling. "And then I just do this-" An ice shard formed at the tip of the blade, it shot like a bullet from her keyblade and when it collided with the ceiling, it fractured into thousands of tiny ice shards. "Cool right? I learned it by myself too!"…
My dog Trek was two old when I got him. He was the size of my hand with three different mix of colors, which are brown, grey and black his coat shines as the sun hit his fur. Trek also love to just rip into things that was just uncalled for. I tried to find ways to stop him but I was barely around.…
Everything was silent at first, as are most moment’s right before a major storm. People were roaming around, minding their own business and going about their days like nothing was wrong. It was quite clear most were trying to rush to get everything accomplished before the downpour, but no one knew how soon it would happen. Suddenly, as young eyes searched around the area for a treat for being a good boy during the trip, the wind suddenly picked up. Papers and leaves blew about, some flying in front of his face. This caused him to let go of the hand he was holding onto so he could rub at his eyes. He heard a voice, but the wind was too loud for him to hear over.…
Fighting temptation describes a battle that is as much spiritual as it is emotional or physical. To be tempted is not a sin. Everyone is tempted and at different levels. Even Jesus was tempted! Temptation happens when the opportunity is presented to do what we know is wrong, whether against God, ourselves, or others. Being tempted is not wrong - it's the decision to do wrong and the corresponding action that follows.…
Jonathan and Cleopas relax, and in the privacy at their own small table, they continue their quiet conversation.…
I was thirteen when I crashed into a beefy shadowy figure I had heard talked about only in whispers. This man, known by the word he had chosen to affix to hundreds of walls around Chicago, had earned a spot in the community as a respected graffiti artist and skateboarder. His improbably light feet and on-board grace were known to most of the city. I was barely inaugurated into the park scene when I plowed headlong into him, knocking both of us down, turtle-like and winded. I hadn’t been paying attention and apologized rapid-fire while trying to scrape my body off of his. When we both got to our feet, Temper knocked me down again and walked away without comment. It was the most frightening thing that ever happened to me at Wilson. He left the park that day, and I had seen him once, maybe twice,…
How could he just treat us all like we were cattle as if it was nothing? The speedometer crept up to 60 miles per hour. Didn’t he care that people everywhere were starving? How could he do this? When he was elected he promised that he would Make America Great Again. 70 miles per hour. I had to get to the rally. We needed change, we could be that change. 80 miles per hour. My thoughts were interrupted as my eyes caught the reflecting glow of red and blue lights paint the night sky behind me. Crap. I pulled over and turned off the car, ready to feed the officer behind me a great line about how my grandmother was on her death bed and wanted me and only me to be at her side. My eyes shifted and glanced to the side mirror, the officer straightened out his already tucked in uniform and smoothed his hands over his hair as he made his way from his cruiser. Great, I thought. I wonder how many reprimands this stiff is gonna write me up for. My record already had 14 points on it for picketing, 6 more and I’d be in real trouble. He knocked on the window…
“Hey wait up!” Jared yelled to his sister Gen. “We aren't supposed to be in this part of the woods” Jared said. “Ya, I know but have you ever wondered why we can't go beyond the border?” Gen asked. Jared thought about it and realized that he had never really wondered why it was forbidden to go beyond the border. Was there something that they weren't being told? (Rustle in the bushes) “Gen I think there is something out here”. “Pfff yeah right you just scared”. “No seriously, we should go” Jared says to Gen. (bush rustles again big monster jumps out) Run Jared says to Gen. *wakes up from dream*…
A bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey in one hand, and generic cola in the other, I made my way to the crowd around center stage. While I waited in quite anticipation consuming my beverage faster than I intended, the crowd grew from a decent mob to a daunting army of rock enthusiasts. People kept pushing by, eager to find the best position to see the stage. Soon I started to notice that people were staring at me. This isn’t unusual being 6’4’’ I have a habit of sticking out in most crowds. Then I began to realize how ridiculous I must look to them as they did to me. Any of my would-be critics could have been an extra in any of the “Mad Max” films, wearing ripped up jeans and shirts that resembled mini billboards for different bands. I was subsequently wearing a button-down, with khaki shorts topped off with the dreaded flip-flops. Now, having reflected back at my outfit I probably should have changed before heading up to the…