Explosions echoed off nearby buildings. The Humvee roared down the street slowing for nothing. Rounding a corner Sgt. Markos saw an obstacle. The road was blocked by the burnt-out shell of a minibus. Standing in front four small children held weapons.
Pressing down on the accelerator, Markos left the threat and his soul behind.
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The search for the ideal radio station continues.
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Doug entered his dorm room and picked up the phone to check his messages. The in-box is full. What happened while he was at the library?
Every message is the same. Two minutes of miscellaneous forwarding comments and then the funniest fifteen seconds he’s ever heard.
Wiping away the tears Doug continues the chain.
The day had come. The one I’d been waiting for the last 20 years. I’d done it! I’d broken into the ranks of paid writers. The check had come in the mail. Slowly I sliced open the envelope and pulled out the check. One cent! I laughed. I start small.
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Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Brian stared as the second hand turned round and round. He could even see the minute hand slowly make its course across the clock face.
Would the postman never come?
At last! From the front of the house came footsteps, a squeaky hinge, and the gentle clang of a mailbox lid.
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Bill went quietly into his daughter’s room, making sure she was asleep like the rest of the family. He tiptoed out just as quickly, his prize tucked under his tattooed arm.
“What if they find out?” he wondered, frozen momentarily by the thought.
He stopped worrying as he lost himself in the Nancy Drew mystery.
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He opened the blind and peered out into the dark street, it’s features barely visible by the dying streetlight.
Something was moving out there, he couldn’t see it but he knew it was there. Watching. Watching him. Watching his every move until it decided it was time to end the watching and begin it’s work.
“What’s the point of bar-hopping anyway?” she asked the cold night.
Ahead, one car swerved on an ice patch, causing a traffic jam. The driver on her right got out to investigate and slipped on more ice. Rhonna sighed and went over to help. Their eyes met.
Maybe going out wasn’t useless after all.
With a rough, weather-worn hand he reached across the table. He took the bread, and the murmur of conversation quickly died. He looked at the faces of his dear friends. Some stared back; some looked away; but all seemed to be aware of the gravity of the moment.
Silently, he handed out the bread.
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