From This Side of the Bar_Mr Bellamy's Field Trip_Jace's First Day in the Police Force_Our I
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From This Side of the Bar
It is just after 5 o’clock on an early Friday evening and Felix walks out of his office building. He is greeted by the usual traffic of the Friday commute, but nothing can break his mood. He is looking forward to reading a book, having a beer, and hanging out with his dog. Oh, wait, he may have forgotten about this part. Either way it is warm out, but not too warm to his delight. He sticks the two flexible plastic bits into each of his ears and turns on the current audiobook, “People of the Underground”. There have been times that this book is narrating exactly what he thinks occurs in the un...
Mr Bellamy's Field Trip
Mr. Bellamy’s Field Trip Elizabeth 15 and Greg 14 school friends were talking during lunch about the wars in the middle east and how their parents were always fighting over if America should be involved. Both of their fathers are veterans and say it’s better if we must fight; we do it in someone's country. My mom says she doesn’t care; no children of hers are going over to die in some other country away from home. After a couple of months and talking to more of their classmates the same thing was said by most of them. It started to be the main topic every time a group got together. Greg said ...
Jace's First Day in the Police Force
xxxNYPD Building on 1 Police PlazaJace opened the door to the NYPD Building. As soon as he stepped foot into the precinct office, he was greeted by a very short but stocky man who eerily looked exactly like Booster from the Mario RPG series.“Ahh, Jacen Riders!” he spoke with a grunting Texan accent, “Pleasure to meet you, youn’ man! Name’s Boomer. Officer Boomer Snifrit.”The two shook hands.“Boomer? Snifrit?” Jace tried not to laugh.“It’s actually Boomer Snifrit Whiffit.” he added.Jace chortled. Then a croak of pain left his throat as Boomer’s grip on his hand tightened around his knuckles. “I...
Our Identity
Take a deep breath. Inhale, and exhale. “I don’t understand why I am being grounded. Aren’t we supposed to be a peaceful community” I roared, “How can we live peacefully if we have people like that invading and bullying us around?” “Well, you shouting at them wasn’t very peaceful” mom replies. “But we can’t just www.onedoor.cclet them barge in here anytime they want and take our food, even people!” I exclaim in a rabid rage. “Melody, you know that we have no control over what happens, ok just accept the way things are”. “I can’t believe you, any of you. You just cower inside your houses whenever those p...