Suitable Vocation_It started with a taste of TORTELLNI_On to the Next Stop of Life_Game On
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Suitable Vocation
Warning: a bit of gore and battle violenceThe sword in Starrin’s gloved hand seemed to weigh a hundred stones. He looked over at his leering rival’s sword, it dripped with bright fresh blood. The fat black flies circling Rahvie’s head made Starrin’s stomach flip flop. The last thing he needed was to upchuck his breakfast, here, in front of both their fathers, having hesitated so long was bad enough. Rahvie would be eager to rush back home and tell all the other kids of Starrin’s debacle of a day.In the eyes of the villagers, he’d be seen as a boy, the humility of wearing boy’s britches another...
It started with a taste of TORTELLNI
For as long as she could remember, a touch, a smell, a feel, a sound, the senses always brought her back to her roots and transported her to another world, a world she felt happiest and at her best. Angelica never thought she would feel this way just from a simple look of HIM, a simple taste was all she needed to feel happiness thriving through her veins, it was truly an amazing feeling and she needed it, she wanted it. Like any other day, Angelica went to work and did what she does best TEACH. Loving what she does, lunch time came along and that’s when the messages came flooding through, dinn...
On to the Next Stop of Life
Estelle Trivett was your average teenager. Long black hair with jet black headphones to pair with whatever is in the laundry basket today. Today was one of the worst days of her remaining life. Her mother had decided that they are moving from California to Texas. She of course knew this would happen someday, just not this soon. Estelle watched as her mom and her uncle put various furniture into the moving truck. There’s a law in California that a C class license could drive a certain size of moving truck, so it’s not going to be done in a day. All this time Estelle thought of the things she ha...
Game On
Football was my passion, perhaps the greatest passion of all. But alas, all passions come to an end at some point, don’t they? I hung up my cleats after my life almost came to an end, a tragic experience ending my thoughts of going pro. And I never looked back on it. Buwww.onedoor.cct, when the chance arises, you have to take it….right? I sat on the bleachers, Carolina blue and white hat on, and the number 87 painted in navy ink on my face. That used to be my number…but now it belonged to Grady, my best friend, and the new star quarterback. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved cheering for Grady throughout all o...