Opposition_The path to Hell_Boo_Saving the Stray Cat
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Opposition
The dust from the rocket explosions swirled around Sergeant Jack Calloway as he crouched for cover behind a crumbling wall in the middle of the town square. Clutching his M-4 rifle tightly, sweat pouring down his face, stinging his eyes, he scanned the area for any signs of the enemy.The sound of distant gunfire filled the air, sending a chill down Jack's spine. He had been in Iraq for months now, and the constant violence had taken its toll on him. Separated from his unit, his radio damaged during the last enemy engagement, and alone, his thoughts briefly turned to his family and the life he ...
The path to Hell
Lili glanced around as she helped herself to a biscuit. It wasn’t any good – rancid, and old – but she hadn’t come to him for his cooking. The air was quivering hard all around her, hot and heavy against her skin. She couldn’t make out much of her surroundings. “I heard that you’re done writing”, she said, and watched him turn around to look at her curiously. “I suppose I am”, he agreed pensively, making his way back to her. “It feels strange, to finally be able to say such a thing.” They both looked at the Book. From the outside, it was plain and unassuming, seemingly harmless. It could have ...
Boo
Boo came into our lives in the summer of 2010、 He had big, soul piercing Blue eyes and an unmistakable, annoying loud cat meow. He was a stray at Birch Pointe Apartments in Beaverton, Oregon. The first time I noticed him he was sitting under a hedge near our apartment. He was watching people passing by and hiding. He looked like a Yoda from Star Wars.Earlier that wwww.onedoor.cceek, I had seen a young man carrying out furniture from a downstairs apartment across the courtyard from us. He looked like he was struggling and hurrying to get out. A couple days went by, and I often heard the kitty crying outside...
Saving the Stray Cat
Light rain fell on the city pavement, as a black cat with white paws brushed by Sandra, outside Hampton’s Drug Store. “Here kitty, you look just like my old Tinkerbell.” Magnetized by the cat’s topaz eyes, Sandra held out her palm, but the cat turned its head and sniffed the air, and ran off, past a skinny boy juggling, and an old man in a tartan skirt playing a harmonica. Sandra pulled her baseball cap over her eyes, and fitted her N-95 mask over her face and entered the store, checking for security, and headed to the snack aisles, where she stuffed chocolate bars and chips into her backpack...