We almost lost you_The night I died_Our Eventful Trip to Ocean Shores_I am The Crow
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We almost lost you
Nicholas John, as I hold you in my arms I consider just how lucky we are to have you. Not only do you have two other siblings sadly lost before we, your mum and dad could welcome them into this world as we are welcoming you but also your birth was a miracle in itself. We were so very lucky this morning that the doctor arrived just in the nick of time (ha ha) to save you. The amount of wriggling and jiggling you did during those nine months inside your mum managed to wrap that life giving cord around and around that little neck of yours. There was no way out, not the usual way. Instead you’ve b...
The night I died
The officer —Platt, I think, judging from the name badge he had on— eyed me with concern. He had dark bags protruding from underneath his eyes. He was tired, I understood, but I wasn't crazy. Definitely not.“But, sir...” He trailed off, confused, before picking up where he left. “Sir, you are standing before me. How then could you be dead?”I tried to explain. Tried to tell him enough without spilling too much.“So you were where at the moment?” He asked, a crease in his brow. He was a genuine man. That I had garnered from the way he seemed concerned about my seemingly retarded issue.“I was on t...
Our Eventful Trip to Ocean Shores
Bam, bam, bam! A knock sounded at my window. I lay in bed frightened at the noise beside me. Slowly crawling to the floor, I grabbed one of the blinds and carefully www.onedoor.cclowered it so whoever or whatever was outside, couldn’t see me, but I could see them. I peeked out and came face to face with someone I had hoped to see.One week earlier…“Tasha! Ellie! The truck is loaded, time to go!” My dad shouted. “Coming!” I yelled from the back of the cluttered garage. My family has lived in Redmond, OR since I was 10 and we never plan on moving. Even though Central Oregon is harsh on the allergies. We were a...
I am The Crow
{The names of the guilty have been changed to protect them from the innocent.}Brandon Lee was dead. An accident they said. Having been around guns since I was old enough to point my finger and say POW! I wasn't sure I believed it. A loaded gun is that, loaded. A live round is an ominous thing to hold. It vibrates with the confined kinetic energy it contains. The graceful flow of the trigger sear releasing the firing pin feels like poetry until the powder ignites. BANG! One has to train themselves not to flinch and pull off target. The best marksmen have nerves like iron and the focus of a pere...