Arthas Gets Blown Away_Lion's Story_Journey Begins_The Other Suicide Note
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Arthas Gets Blown Away
Mark Brigg fiddled with the neon sapphire sleeve of his prison jumpsuit. “Is there any way to get an outfit that doesn’t glow in the dark?”“It brings out the blue in your eyes,” said Detective Arthas Jacques in his Martian capital Arab-French sounding accent. Cheap prison soap scent filled the air.“My room is tiny. Shouldn’t I be with other prisoners? So I don’t go crazy?” Mark’s voice had the contrasting qualities of being gravelly and whiny at the same time.“Give us some informatiowww.onedoor.ccn on the bombing targets and we can start giving you privileges. We thought it would be best to keep you apart f...
Lion's Story
The lioness, Seba, sniffed the air for any scent of danger. She watched her cubs play with rounded stones and bits of twigs as she sat and purred with contentment. Both paws were neatly tucked under her so that the knuckles touched. The cubs played in the shade of a few scraggly trees and rocks, not far from the den where they’d been born a few weeks earlier. A boy and a girl cub, they still rough-housed with each other as two brothers might in playtime. They instinctively knew to keep their claws retracted.Seba felt her empty stomach churn and noticed the bare thigh bone the cubs also used a...
Journey Begins
Dawn rose over Frogville the way it always did. The mist and gloom of the swamp lightened, from pitch black to grey, and marsh birds began singing their morning songs from their nests. Lily awoke, feeling strange and out of sorts as she stretched. Something seemed different today. Her bed seemed larger for some reason, and she was surrounded by moss. And why was her furniture so huge? Lily reached out a hand to rub her eyes and was confronted by a small, green palm and knobby digits. Lily let out a hoarse, croaking scream. She was a frog!The events from the night before came rushing back as Li...
The Other Suicide Note
Please don’t do it.Don’t do it because I am your father, and I am supposed to protect you. When your mother first told me she was pregnant, I quit smoking. I quit that very day. I needed to live a long life. I needed to provide a home where you would live and clothes you would wear and food you would eat. I needed to be there to teach you how to throw a baseball, to fish, to shave. I needed to be there to listen and to give advice and to hug. Don’t do it because I have so much more love to give, so many more stories to tell, so many more days to share with you. Don’t do it because even though ...