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Amber's tough decision
Amber in her late twenties worked so hard through out school. Graduating top of every class in high school and collage. Amber wanted to go into NASA but she also wanted to run a fortune five hundred. Amber got excepted into NASA she not fully sure where she wanted to go. All of her dreams came true the company she wanted wants her.What Amber can not decide is to stay on the ground or fly in space. So she went to her mother to have a heart to heart conversation. On how Amber’s career should go with the stars or with a company. Amber drive the four blocks to her mother’s trying on her own to fig...
Scoop
It was almost opening time and the whipped cream dispenser was just about empty.“Max!” Ben shouted. “Didn't I tell you to put in more cream last night?”Ben came out of the back room where the main freezers were, carrying his usual clipboard. He saw how red-faced Max looked and his eyebrows knit. “Yeah,” he muttered, “you sure did.”“Well?” Well, here we go again – the usual excuses.“Well what?” Ben's mouth twitched in a tight-lipped little grin. That lousy innocent look he got when he'd done something stupid.“Well, why didn't you do it?” Max kept his voice low and even with an effort.“Because t...
The Final Verdict
"Ms. Davis? Are you alright?" My eyes flashed up to my lawyer, waiting and ready to finish my defense.Her question asked for an answer I thought was obvious. No, I was not okay. I could feel his eyes boring into me from where he sat at the prosecution table and waiting for me to take one look at him. I had to focus on the glass of water sitting by my hand so I wouldn't look at him. And there was a battle going on in my brain, because I knew I shouldn’t look at him, but every part of me wanted to. He was someone I loved.But that's the thing about our situation. I always loved his eyes the most....
THE GUN
Word count: 1,105 wordsTHE GUNIt was a sunny day, perfect weather in the 70s, and summer had just arrived. I stepped out into the sunshine onto my patio, on the way to my mailbox in front of my building. I felt happy and my steps were light. I had just been hired for a new job at a gift shop where they sold artifacts of history. I lived in Boston and this gift shop celebrated the Revolutionary War. The woman who’d hired me had liked me right away, and I liked her - she was laid back and older and mature, as I felt myself to be. I felt lucky that I was about to start a new job - I had bil...