The Recruit_You Can Talk!_Across the Street_The Champion
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The Recruit
It was officially seven seconds past the hour. I knew that not because I was counting or watching the clock, but the room was so silent that I felt the tick of the paper-thin clock hand as it began its journey for the 19th time that frozen January day.One of the worst parts about winter is the sun being around for no more than a cold, visible breath, if at all. At what had then become 7 p.m. and 21 seconds, I sat in my dark cubicle alone, staring awww.onedoor.cct the spreadsheet on the screen as the numbers began to form a dark gray blur, much like the color of everything in my new, small industrial office ...
You Can Talk!
In these trying times, I’m sure we’ve all heard those people who think the world is coming to an end. After all, people are hoarding goods and making worst-case-scenario plans. However, we all know everything is going to be alright. These people are just overreacting. Aren’t they? The country’s government and its people were in turmoil with each other. Fights breaking out in the street was a common occurrence. Non-perishables and water were becoming hard to find. But, this madness would never reach my little town. This is what I truly thought. Living in a small town in Niobrara County, nothin...
Across the Street
I’m not usually nice nor happy in the morning. Today, a cold morning that was expected to be hot, I feel even worse. The warm breeze that usually rises forgot to show up and what I see through the window seems to be anything but a summer day. It's cold, too cold. I could swear I saw a snowflake, but it’s too early to make swears. I hear an alarm ringing, followed by a creaking of the bed in the next room and a squeak of enthusiasm, which announces the end of my moment and gets my day starting. Clara woke up.“Good morning! Are you seeing the same thing I am? It’s snowing! It’s snowing in August...
The Champion
The snow started to swirl around in flurries, as Jaxon walked down the abandoned street. His breath clouded into puffs of white smoke. Adventure hung in the air, and Jaxon was out to embrace it. His violin case tapped his leg with each step he took, creating a rhythm that soothed the nerves that were bubbling up in his stomach. He shouldn’t be nervous. And he knows that. He’s done it many times before. But never against a champion. The champion. Besides, like his mother always said, some nerves are good. Jaxon definitely hoped so. A few moments later, he arrived. He knocked on the rusty metal ...