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The Absentee Uncle
Peter was sitting at his computer, trying to work on a script when he heard the news. His father had taken the time to call him, which meant something big because the old man rarely spoke to one another these days. Peter listened carefully his father broke the news to him; that the old man’s only brother, Peter’s uncle, had passed away. Peter’s father was the youngest of his siblings and this was the second passing in as many years. The year prior one of his dad’s sisters, Aunt Trish, had died and that one was a real gut punch. Peter really liked his Aunt Trish as he had nothing but fond memo...
Get Another Job
----------------------------------------------------------------“Thomas! Let’s play!” Jonathan yelled.“Can I play too?” Tarlie asked, looking up from what she was staring at in the grass. Jonathan hesitated, then looked at me. “Are you okay with it, Thomi?”“Yeah,” I replied. “Let’s play. . . tag?”“Sure.”“YOU’RE IT!” Tarlie screamed, pointing at Jonathan. “What? Why me?” he smiled as his younger sister chased him. I was left there, the fun without me. But then I joined the game later. We all played that afternoon — including the neighbor kids. I stop my car and park in the parking lot. I lean b...
San Pedro
INTRODUCTIONI have to write a paper for my Communications 201 class. The first part of the paper is supposed to be about someone who is fighting to change their city neighborhood for the better. The second part is about a person who is trying to keep the neighborhood from changing.Nothing in the professor's instructions indicates whether the paper should study two separate neighborhoods or whether it could be the same one, and residents are clashing over the proposals. "Just write what you know," his instructions tell me, but that's usually meant for fiction writers. Journalists might have an ...
Two Mothers
'A Mother is supposed to sing a lullaby without asking anything in return from their child,' said Sam to his mother. 'Yes, my intelligent observer. But can't a son follow his mother's wish?' asked Sam's Mother. 'Definitely.' 'Then do one good thing tomorrow. You have to describe it and then only I will sing a lullaby for you. Promise?' 'Pinky Promise,' Sam interlocked his pinky finger with that of his mother's. 'Mom, why you only come at night anwww.onedoor.ccd not during the day. I miss you during the entire day. Before that car accident, you were always there with me.' 'Sam, it is hard for me to be a...