Right time_An Uncle's Determination_A Stray Taco_Up And Down, Eight And Out
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Right time
"You need this before midnight ?""Yes Brian, midnight is the deadline for submissions, you know. You can do it before then, right?""Yeah, I'll do my best Luke.""Oh, okay, thank you."Ohhhh, this isn't gonna be easy. I haven't even finished my essay and now this. I should have told him that I won't be able to do both on time. As a friend, he might understand me. But what if he thinks that I'm selfish. Uhhhh, anyway, I told him "yes". Better start writing his essay first. Brian told, as usual, just to himself.After coming home, he took a shower and started writing Luke's essay.Oops, I can't write...
An Uncle's Determination
The hounds below kept making a racket, their barks and howls drifting up into the night air, following the men where the hounds themselves could not, up the sheer cliff face. Tim regretted leaving the hounds behind, they were the first to alert the homestead of the intruder. At the very least he had wanted to stay behind with the hounds and their handler, but Master Roberts insisted all other able bodied men would accompany him in the chase. Tim can't blame him though, he's as attached to the Masters children as the Master himself. Why would the intruder care to kidnap the children though? The...
A Stray Taco
There he was again, that cat. He was nothing special to look at, your typical tabby with dark stripes. His left ear was notched, a sign of a battle. Won? Lost? One could not tell. He yawned at me through the glass of the back kitchen door and meowewww.onedoor.ccd loudly. "Good morning, Taco, came here for breakfast, did you?" The cat would show up periodically, I called him Taco because I thought he was the neighbor's cat across from across the street and that is what I heard the little girls that lived there call him. So, Taco it was. He acted like your typical stray, not afraid of my hounds and cautious a...
Up And Down, Eight And Out
I had been dating him for a month now. Everything seemed to be— okay. He had talked about bringing me to upstate New York for this Pool tournament that he was on the bill for. Eric was a god gifted pool player— I have never seen anybody play the table quite like him in all of Stinesville, Indiana. “I had always wanted to see Coney Island,” I told him—- “Greenwich Village, the Statue of Liberty.”We sat beneath the blanket of stars that comforted the Indiana night, while sitting on the hood of my car—- planning out this new adventure with a bottle of wine. I took a big inhaling pull off the bot...