SIGN OF A CROOKED HAND_Off the Track--of Common Sense_The Descent_Sybil Of Swords
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SIGN OF A CROOKED HAND
What happens when you are put in a position where money comes first. Always. I was on a trip to the other side of the country. My friend, Joey, was in the southwest part of Nevada and it had been quite a while since we got together to jam. And jamming had been our thing for quite some time, as in, since the third grade. The first time this came to light, was in a music class where we all had to pick a random object that was in a huge box in the room. How fun! When my name was called to go to the box, I looked over the ridge and with a happy gasp grabbed a round wooden thing that had bells on ...
Off the Track--of Common Sense
A misplaced boyhood adventure could have meant not only the final Summer of elementary school for myself and my best friend. It could, theoretically, have resulted in the last summer on this earth for both of us. Sure, we had bent the rules many times in the past--like the time we stole Old Man Pinto’s grapes and escaped serious injuries after scaling his fence just ahead of the guard dogs in his backyard vineyard. Seldom, however, had we actually put our lives on the line with this little escapade and a number of others stretching throughout our pre-teen yearsThis particular summer, how...
The Descent
News Print: The New State Man Attempts Heroic FeatOn the 17th of October 1908, Alexis Jackson descended 1000 feet into the legendary tunnel located in Anna, New England in hopes of dislodging a monumental stone that was obstructing complete passage. This tunnel, eponymously named Anna’s Tunnel, gapes at a diameter of 6 feet and drives at a depth of 7,900 feet towards the center of the earth.Developed in 1907, Anna’s Tunnel was a high-priority project purposed by the Old Government to acquire minerals embedded deep within the ewww.onedoor.ccarth’s crust. As our readers remember, the Old Government was sharp...
Sybil Of Swords
Six swords, three Acquirers, and two days to complete the mission. Seems low odds for success, but we’re professionals. There is no way we’ll fail. I met Aleck and Katalina when we were entered at five years old to be trained. The Masters ripped us from our families and destroyed anything unique about us. The girls were separated from the boys and we were given drab clothes and matching haircuts. No one slept that night in the uncomfortable canvas cots. The evening was filled with sobs and cries for mothers. I didn’t cry. I knew why I was here, and it wasn’t because of the war. Many of the oth...