A Long overdue unreturned books_Two Moons_The Forest’s Heart_The Price of Immortality
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A Long overdue unreturned books
A Texas man who was captured for neglecting to return a late library book touched off an online whirlwww.onedoor.ccwind of snarky remarks and features about the Lone Star State broadening its extreme on-wrongdoing swagger to books. Yet, such cases aren't incomprehensible, and many networks confronted with contracting spending plans and increasing expenses have mandates calling for fines or even capturing warrants when library property isn't returned. In Texas alone, the issue has cost libraries an expected $18 million. Jory Enck discovered that the most difficult way possible. He was captured for not return...
Two Moons
TWO MOONS The girl awoke, from what she wasn't certain, it surely was not a natural sleep, but nonetheless she awoke - face down in a drainage ditch. Her hair was caked with mud and twigs and she could feel a soreness at the back of her head. She was wearing a New York Yankees tee shirt and jeans, and her feet were adorned with a pair of mud colored socks. She sat up slowly and felt the back of her head with a scratched and filthy hand. She discovered a soreness there and a slight lump which protruded from her scalp. There wasn't much water in the ditch, just enough to make her look as though ...
The Forest’s Heart
She took her first breath in a grove of towering aspen trees, under the shadow of a hummingbird’s wing. Her mother was the melody of the mountain stream and her father was the glitter of sunlight through the coin-shaped leaves. The forest cared for her, swaddled her in wildflowers and sustained her with birdsong. When she cried, the butterflies kissed her cheeks and dried her tears. She grew strong and fast, and in only a few years she was taller than the saplings that sprouted on the day of her birth.When the nights were cold, she slept beside the fawns, curled up against their spotted backs ...
The Price of Immortality
Just before sunrise, Erik Valdovitch came to life with a gasp. He took a quick glance at his surroundings. Same dirty prison cell, with rusty iron bars and a small hole for a window. Not that there was any light this time of day. Erik sat up, dusting bits of straw from his back, then let out a deep sigh. Today was a new day, which meant a new death. He wondered how long it would take this time. Erik had lost track of how long he’d been doing this. Each day was always the same: wake up in the morning, get sent out into the arena, and get killed, only to wake up again the next day. Sure, his op...