Meltdown_Dinner at Carelli's_My plan_HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM
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Meltdown
A black and blue-striped muscle car sped down the city’s main, six-lane boulevard, red and blue lights flashing, horn blaring along the nearly deserted highway. The lights reflected off the top of the city dome in the late morning light. The bold white letters on the sides of the car glistened in the early morning light – New Anchorage Police Department. New Anchorage, the proverbial shining city on a hill of five and a half million residents, was situated in Palmer Land of the Antarctic Peninsula, on the far side of Angle Peak near the Weddell Sea. As an American initiative much of the place ...
Dinner at Carelli's
It was a Sunday evening, and Noah Barton was shaking like a leaf. He was wondering how he could sound confident on a phone call while his voice had such a quiver to it. But after all these years, he had finally decided he would call up Betsy Davis and ask her for a date. He had had a crush…no…he had ‘loved’ the cute little blonde since sixth grade. And now, it was the spring semester of their senior year. Realizing that time for a high school courtship was running very short, he had mustered enwww.onedoor.ccough courage to call and ask her out. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she had just broken up wit...
My plan
I've Got a Plan. My plan is simple. Wait for a few days and gain her trust then... BOOM. I'Il hit her with my new invention, The sting ray, no not the fish. The gun, also no not the rifle. My new invention which comes with automatic reloads and flour bombs mixed with fart spray. I know what you're thinking right now. I'm a mega huge big brain who needs to be recognised. Well sadly I'm only ten but soon I will invent something that can change the age so that I, Cody Mills can grow up and be a recognised genius scientist. Wait no, cross out genius and put a huge big mega brain. I know what yo...
HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM
HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!“HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!” I could hear his nasally voice calling across Houston and at this time in New York, the city that never sleeps, few people were on the street. “Some dude just fell outta the window. It looks like he’s messed up on the awning down there. Maybe broke a coupla bones.”My head hurt and my eyes were blurry. I could barely see below me, but I knew blood drops were dribbling off my leg, but I was still shaking from the fall from thirty stories above. I figured when I took the leap that I’d land on a green canvass tarp unraveled by Mille Esley w...