The invisible hero._The Dining Room Table_Messenger Paws_An Epiphany at Slugs'
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The invisible hero.
The invisible hero By: Jonathan Escobedo It was a sunny day, the date was 6/14/2042、 Today, Jacob and his fellow classmates were going to be presenting their projects for science class. Jacob was a 16-year-old like no other, he was considered a genius for his age, and his project happened to be first. Jacob’s project was an invisibility potion. He tested it on one of his old toys in front of the whole class and his project worked! Right before everyone’s eyes, the toy simply became invisible. Jacob then picked it up and passed it around the class, luckily they didn’t lose it. “Does anyone ha...
The Dining Room Table
“You think I WANTED to come here? I had nowhere else to go, Kenny. Trust me, I’m here for our children, not for you.”“You could hide out anywhere in the world and you pick MY cabin. Bullshit, Ashley. I’m sure you’re banging some new guy by now that could take you in.”“No one has a space like you have and you know thatwww.onedoor.cc. Most people don’t do the whole Grizzly Adams survivalist thing on the rez like you. In fact, I think it was your total need for solitude that contributed to our porce. Oh wait, you weren’t in solitude, you had…someone else.”“I’m right here, Ashley, don’t pretend like I don’t ha...
Messenger Paws
Midnight combs the plateau as the American lion travels along the escarpment to a narrow winding trail that descends to a deep river valley. Halfway down he stops. There is a strange smell in the air. Strange, but familiar. It is mixed with the smell of blood. He approaches slowly-cautiously. His ears pick up the sounds of a hurt animal.Not small wining noises, but low, deep groans. It is a man. Only once before has this lion been close to a man and he remembers the smell. Nevertheless, though he has a healthy fear for these creatures, he is curious. He approaches the man with caution, sensing...
An Epiphany at Slugs'
JANUARY 2, 1971 — BROOKLYN, NEW YORK“Good morning Don DiLoretto. You wanted to see me?,” I said."Remember that guy you killed 6 months ago at the park?," said Don DiLoretto."Yes, I do.""He didn't die.""What?""That's right. In 22 years of stabbing guys the same way, no one has ever lived to identify you. Until now.""Mario Flore,” I said, although I couldn’t believe it."That's the guy. He woke from a dream after months of recovery, and wrote on his pad that he thinks he knows who it was.""I'm surprised that retard can write.”"The cops had a sketch artist draw a picture with the beard and long ha...