Goin' South_Happy to Get Away_The Hunt For Devil's Island_Best Laid Plans
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Goin' South
Goin’ SouthIt is getting cold out here. That rain yesterday didn’t help and luckily my nest was nice and warm. But, I can feel it; it is time to go south. The voyage will begin tomorrow. It is a long trek full of perils and danger. There are guns and wires and planes. There is also the chance of getting caught in bad weather. There are hurricanes and they are the worse. You can tell when one is coming because the humans go crazy.Right now, I am resting. It is fun to look out over the open field that has been home since last spring. There was a lot to eat and it w...
Happy to Get Away
Happy To Get AwayBy Perry Terrell BOARDING SCHOOL ??? Julia was stunned. That is what she heard when she walked in the living room while her mother and step dad were talking. “Who’s going to boarding school, Julia asked. Her mother was speechless and looking sheepish because, first of all, she did not want to be that far apart from her daughter and, secondly, she had promised Julia that the three of them were going to be a very happy and loving family. She had told her that her step dad, Jasper Joe Hinckley, loved children and they would go on vacations ...
The Hunt For Devil's Island
The wall of water crashed down upon the bow of my faithful Man-O-War as if it were a punch thrown by Poseidon himself. The unforgiving winds bellowed with such force that even the veteran crewmates aboard the Annabelle Lee were left quivering in their rain-soaked boots as we navigated the Strait of Hades. We were an unwelcome presence in those unholy waters. The sudden appearance of that powerful storm had made that fawww.onedoor.ccct perfectly clear. As the determined Mr. Fredricks, my trusted sailing master, fought against sea’s pull on the double wheel to maintain our heading, I stood beside of him, bra...
Best Laid Plans
I flinched as the man grabbed my hand and pressed the tiny vial into my hand. I grimaced as he stepped closer to me. “We cannot afford a lost at this point,” he said. I tried to step back but he grabbed my arm and squeezed. We stared at each other, only parting when the back door swung open. He smiled and let me go. “We expect perfection, Elliot. The gym needs some good publicity.” “That’s all I’ve been giving you,” I snarled. “I don’t need this crap to win.” The man chuckled. “Well, now you can go beyond,” the man said. “Take the vial and make us proud.” He patted my shoulders and turn to ...