Ruination_Cold Blood_The Fisherman?_REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST
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Ruination
“I vow to never love, to never care, and to never allow foolish emotions to get in the way of a mission” It was the first thing they were taught. They repeated the words every day before training. I never meant them, they were simply hollow words. Just another broken vow of a naive girl. From a very young age, I knew I was the best. To most, it was not obvious, but I saw it. I saw it in the way my instructors would look at each other almost cautiously after target practice. I saw it in the subtle smiles from the leaders of my group. In the envious looks from the other children. Soon after this...
Cold Blood
The blade missed my nape from a second and it pierced through my back. Its arrowhead couldn’t penetrate deep but it had thrust enough. I clenched my teeth and clutched to my hunting knife, even tighter to swing it back and slice the head of the cowardly back-stabber. I shove my feet into snow and spin my arm to make a far extended swing, but when my burning eyes met the back-stabber – my arm dropped. A thrusting blade never felt so awful then it did on that winder afternoon because my own blood, my own brother, stabbed it into my back.Of course, he was trembling; my quick gaze on his eyes sp...
The Fisherman?
The line in Walmart was long and moving at the pace of a snail. Frank was in line with his arms filled to the brim with fishing gear. The smile on his face was so large that anyone near him couldn’t miss it. In his arms he has a fishing rod, some bait, hooks, hooks, and material he knew would need to catch as many fish as he possibly could. He even replaced his baseball cap with one of those classic fishing caps. He was all in and he wanted everyone in the store to know that he was going fishing. As people passed him in line, they would look him up and down and pass judgement. Some good looks ...
REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST
I am Paul Harvey, a retired Brigadier of the Indian Army. I am becoming 75 and the date coincides with my 50th wedding anniversary. How do I look? I am very tall, fair, bald and with a big moustache which has also greyed. Besides I’ve become a bit paunchy. I had told my wife Nancy that our 50th wedding- cum-75th birthday should be observed very quietly at home. Nancy was also one who disliked publicity and she agreed. She had decided the menu with me and the dinner for two was delivered at my place. The cake had been delivered earlier. I had dressed myself in brown corduroy pants with a cream...