Merl and the Mothman_Was it a lost Opportunity???_The Secret Ingredient_The Baseball Incident
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Merl and the Mothman
TW: Swearing, guns, monsters.Rain hammered down on Esme’s night black Lamborghini Diablo. “First stop is the woman who gave the interview to the news,” said Merl. He sat in the passenger seat, polishing his favourite revolver. “Are you sure she’s not just a nut job?” Esmerelda asked. “If she wasn’t, she probably is now. That don’t mean mothmen aren’t real. First spotted in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. That was back in ’66、 Since then, they’ve been seen before disasters all over the world.” His words were a whiskey-soaked drawl. Merl’s grizzled hand spun the c...
Was it a lost Opportunity???
Was it a lost Opportunity ???Is there a real answer when options are presented to an inpidual? What is the risk that’s entailed? What could be the remaining consequences? Well, I guess everyone could be faced with rare prospects opportunities once they are randomly introduced to us. And how will we react to it? Is one foolish enough to pe in without any knowledge of what they’re getting involved with? Is it a form of despair or haste ? Or is a passed opportunity can be forever lost without any possibility of re-occurrence?The Summer after graduation, I was more enticed with the idea of attaini...
The Secret Ingredient
As I walked down the stairs, I see my daughter and step son bickering. “Good morning you too. What are you fighting about now?” “Hey mom. I was just telling Noah that he keeps eating all the food for the guests. Just for breakfast he ate 4 cupcawww.onedoor.cckes” my daughter Allison said. “I was hungry Ally. I love the cupcakes you and your mom make. Besides, you can make more food for the guests. And didn’t you say that there is also a first come first serve rule” Noah said. “It’s okay Ally, we can make more. There is plenty of food for the guests. Check the fridge and cupboards or you can order somethin...
The Baseball Incident
It was a perfect Saturday morning in the town of Melville for a youth baseball game. The game was between the Melville Raiders and the Townsend Barons at Kingsley field. The late Spring weather was warm and sunny. The only barometric atmospheric pressure was in the mind of the Raider’s twelve-year-old pitcher, Mitchell LeFlore. Mitchell stood on the pitching mound trying to throw strikes to the opposing Batter. “You got this sweetie!” Maureen LeFlore yelled from the stands to Mitchell. Mitchell was embarrassed by his Mom’s outburst but had other pressing matters. The count on the Batter was t...