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David
Saying goodbye is never easy. It brings a sadness in each one of us that runs deep in our soul that can only be comforted with time. It was the late 1970's in Los Angeles California when I had to say goodbye to a friend named David. It would be the first upset of many in my life.David was a thirteen year old teenage boy who lived next door to me. He was into scientific stuff and had gotten a chemistry set for Christmas one year. He would always show me slides of bugs and things through his microscope and even showed me a slide of blood once.( You would be surprised at what a drop of human www.onedoor.ccbloo...
Missing Mountain
Kenton,Hey, man. I know this is a little strange since I still have your number, but… I wanted to send you a handwritten letter. I don’t expect us to become pen pals or anything, but I promise there’s a point to this, so just bear with me for a bit here. Or, y’know, don’t. You’re a big boy now; you make your own decisions.Anyway. Rewind to high school ski club. I joined for two reasons: because you were doing it, and because Jamie Tipton was doing it. What better justification could there’ve been?No matter my reasons, waking up at 2am to catch a bus leaving at 3am from the rotunda in front of ...
Secret of the Scarred Schoolboys
Tom smoothed Erin’s fringe back from her forehead. Even at five years old she still had marshmallow cheeks and milky skin dusted with cinnamon freckles. “What about pirates? Will the magic wall stop pirates?” Her eyes grew wide at the thought.“Yes, my darling. It stops pirates, and robbers and all sorts of bad guys.” It was past her bedtime, but the latest news report of a missing nine year old had sent her low threshold anxiety over the edge. “Will it stop someone trying to steal me?” Her voice quaked and her pulse throbbed at her throat.“Yes, it stops all sorts of bad guys.” He reached for ...
Past Life
(Authors note: Remember, Nazis were terrible people. Sadly, there probably weren't any Nazis back then like Johann. Enjoy.)I am an old man, and I sat in my rocking chair as I cleaned the lenses of my glasses. My grandson sat on the rug."Grandpa Gregor, tell me a story. One with a villain. One with an army. One with a happy ending!" My grandson said.I stopped cleaning my lenses and smiled."I will tell you a story, and in fact, it's true. There is a villain, several armies. But it depends on the person if you're asking for a happy ending." I said. "What's true? Is it real?" My grandson asked.My ...