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Last Minute Advice
Bert sat back on his stool and watched the harried faces of the men and women in the shop. It was February 13th, and the procrastinators were out in droves. They all looked completely lost and panicked. He smiled to himself. This was his time to shine. He caught the eye of a man looking at the predictable and boring heart shaped chocolate samplers. He waved the poor soul over to his stool. The man nodded with desperate hope and hurried to Bert’s corner. “Can you help me? I need to get something for my girlfriend. I forgot all about Valentine’s Day. She’s going to kill me.” Bert nodded sagely....
Truth or Détente
The Great Premier Kaleni Uzmen gazed out from the Great Palace’s massive open window at the sea of protesters. They chanted with their makeshift signs and banners, gathered tight to one another, pressing against the tall, iron gates of the palace’s perimeter. Their inpidual voices became one, but it was one the Premier wished he could silence.“These peace talks are a waste of time,” Kaleni muttered as he withdrew into the Great Office and shut the window. The chanting grew muffled and the smell of burning rubber began to dissipate. He was finally alone. He clipped the lock on the window and sh...
Assemble
“Well, that was dramatic,” he thought. Here he was, in the middle of a winter wonderland with very little understanding of the language of this country in a car that just failed him as the day turned to night. Michael had been in the country for just under a week and had met all of his contacts except one, and he had been on his way to speak to the last one that very afternoon. He had noted how quickly the darkness settled after 4 pm, but he thought that he would have made it. Michael also thought that the car borrowed from the rental agency would also last. There had been no sign of damage or...
Doomed
DoomedIt was a night that quickly became an integral part of the college’s rich oral history, tales of past glorious deeds passed down from class to class over the years. Many of today’s incoming freshman dismiss it out hand, quickly discarding it into the abyss of the laughingly exaggerated, or even the impossible. But those who believe in the importance of tradition in our institutions will listen intently to their campus elders as they recount the stunning events of that crisp fall night in 1968 and will later revel in retelling the story the...