Willing" "(The Game of Life Part 1)_The Millenia Race_The Haunted Travels of Captain Abdul
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Willing" "(The Game of Life Part 1)
There’s something about the people on TV that makes me wonder if everything is made up. I watch one TV show, a game show, and wonder if it’s really real. Do they really pick the people randomly? I don’t know.So even though I’ve entered my information in the raffle (as the law states), I’m not so sure. I think they look at each person’s record and pictures and past and pick the people that fit the show. You know everyday characters… the clown, the bad girl, the pa, the hot country boy… those ones. I bet each person on a reality game show is picked for either their looks, talent, and a perfect r...
The Millenia Race
The participants took their positions at the starting line. Each one hoping that they had trained rigorously enough to stay well ahead of everyone else in the race. Hector breathed deeply, attempting to calm his nerves before the race began. He looked down either end of the line and analyzed what competition he was up against in this race. Most of the racers seemed to be average to mediocre, according to Hector’s judgement. He was very proud of how hard he had trained the previous two years. For six days every week, Hector ran wildly around his neighborhood to prepare for his Millenia Race. By...
The Haunted Travels of Captain Abdul
Chris Hinrichsen Reeds y Short Story Contestjchinrichsen88a@gmail.comjchinrichsen2507@gmail.comThe Haunted Travels of Captain AbdulThe crashing sea green waters of the Jorderian Oceans of the world of Jordero. A triremevessel with its pushing animal hide sails of some of the desert livestock of the desert lands of Calivard. A lone Calivard red skinned man with light sea armor and wearing a keffiyeh over his dark hair and beard. Salim “Saze” Abdul peers his brown eyes though a spyglass to the surrounding oceans. With a crew of eighty-five oarsmen and women dressed in similar dress as their c...
The Surf to Safety
The annual Maverick Shore's surf competition came around at the end of each summer here in Hilo, Hawaii. I was entering to be able to take that prize of $1,000 and the title of Mercury beach champion. The only problem was that I would be competing against Josh Campus, the known pretty boy/bully of our neighbourhood who's been training for years, just like me. When I stepped barefoot into that soft sand, I saw Josh stretching just in front. I glared at his curly blond hair and evil smirk as he stared at the dark ocean. The sea was darker than usual. The news said there would be a storm, but the...