Superfan_Oh, Christmas Tree_Shoot Past the Moon_The Thankless Man
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Superfan
Larry never missed a game. He always made time for the home team - sitting on his lucky seat cushion, arms snuggling a large bag of in-shell peanuts. His gray hair, normally unkempt in appearance, was respectably combed back for today’s event. He adjusted the team jersey he was wearing to straighten out the printed number of Marty Reach, the star player of the home team. Although Larry’s bones had become weak, and his eyesight was slowly failing him, he still had impeccable hearing. The sounds of the cheering of the crowd, the satisfying crack of the bat, and even the occasional food vendor ad...
Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, Christmas TreeIt’s all relative. What might constitute remarkable bravery for some could bewww.onedoor.cc routine, common, mundane for others. For example, many people would consider it an act of courage to retrieve their kid’s Frisbee from the roof of their house while seasoned construction workers casually lay shingles on steep inclines eight hours a day without a thought of danger. They might even toss a Frisbee around up there if given the chance.For Henry, the contrast was demonstrated in stark simplicity on the family’s first trip to Great America. He was crestfallen when his search for the Tilt-a...
Shoot Past the Moon
I rearranged the padfolio, stack of papers, and water bottle on the podium for the umpteenth time as more people continued to meander in and take a seat in front of me. Whew, ok, take some deep breaths. You’ve got this.I tried to distract myself and calm my nerves by gazing out of the bookshop’s windows which lined the city street. It was a chilly, early spring evening and there was a drizzle outside being illuminated by the streetlights. I was snapped out of my trance by the bookshop owner approaching the podium to greet the crowd. “Good evening, everyone.” He said and paused to let the chatt...
The Thankless Man
The doorbell rang, so I opened the door. There was a man there. He was long, so long, it took ages before I found his face. It was up high, high, high in the sky.I said to the face at the end of the long man, "Hello-oo".The long man also had a long face, and on it were black eyes, raven black and the eyes locked onto me, and they screwed tight, so tight that the forehead creased and the nose wrinkled. Moreover, the face was presented to me by a body entirely dressed in black, except for broad turquoise straps over the shoulders. The body was very skinny and not worrisome at all, but the face w...