There Shall Be Light_The Kingdom of Smart_Man’s Best Friend_Hungry, Hungry Gremlins
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There Shall Be Light
A pool of blood formed as it spilled from the fresh wound on the side of Mika’s head. The sun was beginning to set on the Western horizon, off the coast of Anesh, sinking rapidly into the ocean. “I tried,” he thought. “I hope I’m rememwww.onedoor.ccbered at least for that much.” The pain in his head was searing. He commanded his body to get up, to move, but it wouldn’t respond. His strength to continue his quest was reaching its end and he allowed himself to relax. As he lay helpless among the large stones outside the caves facing the Western shore, consciousness ebbed away like the retreating shoreline aft...
The Kingdom of Smart
Just because it was 4 PM and Ricky Smart was home from school, didn’t mean he was having fun. The rain pouring outside precluded any outside activity, and he was reduced to sitting in his room. The books had been read and the games had been played; there was nothing in his room that could draw his interest. The persistent raindrops pelting his window frustrated him; the gray sky outside made him depressed and wistful.Looking at the comic book in his hand with disgust, he tossed it aside, and looked at his bed. He almost never took naps during the day, but what else was there to do right then? ...
Man’s Best Friend
Willis stumbled again. He hadn’t seen the slick root of the spruce. Anyway, he had given up trying to avoid them. He grabbed at a wet pine branch, smearing his already raw hand with its glue-like sap but managed to keep standing this time. Maybe the sap would help heal his cuts. He’d read about that somewhere. A wilderness survival book maybe.He swore out loud and then shouted, although there was no one to hear him. Catching his breath, he wiped his hands on his wool-sheathed thighs to rid himself of the sap, but only managed to get bits of pine needles and dirt to adhere to his filthy, burni...
Hungry, Hungry Gremlins
“I still don’t understand why our father insisted we camp out tonight, Joel,” muttered Rob. “It doesn’t make sense.”Joel wasn’t about to let his younger brother spoil the fun. “Whenever something good falls in your lap and you always complain about it. Relax dude and enjoy the moment. It’ll probably the last time we’ll be camping out this year.”Being late October, Rob couldn’t argue that fact. Joel is right, he thought. In reply to Joel’s accusation, Rob stoked the coals of the campfire, stabbed a marshmallow with a stick, and slowly rotated it over the fire. “See, Joel? I know how to have fu...