Recovery of a HeroChapter 2 Meeting a Hero
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Chapter 10: The Hero’s New Family
This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental.
Special thanks to Mistress Lynn for her assistance and advice.
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The day after my birthday excursion started out normally enough. Jenny and Erika had gotten me dressed and Sally’s friends helped her.
After that, we ate breakfast which Sandra and Shelly made for us. After eating, we went out back where the girls started chatting while I read one of Sally’s fathers books. I had been impressed with his collection from the start and was determined to read as many as I could while I was here.
Shortly after we got out back, Ellen and Nancy got phone calls on their cells.
They both started crying almost immediately, and when they both hung up. Ellen said, ‘ Our parents are gone. Oh my god they’re dead.’ If anything, she started crying harder. I was shocked myself.
Sally asked them, ‘What happened?’
‘They went to a party in Redmond last night. They were coming home today and they got into a wreck on the freeway. They’re gone.’
I couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so I just moved myself in between them and hugged them both. The other girls joined me while I just held two heartbroken little girls. There wasn’t much else I could do right then, but I thought about what would happen to them next.
I knew CPS would step in and take them into protective custody. The first thing that would probably happen was that they would be separated and put into foster homes. The chances of them remaining together was small.
I made a decision then that I would do whatever I could to prevent that from happening and a plan came to me. I would adopt them if they didn’t have family that could take them in and keep them together. They’d lost enough, I figured, and didn’t need to loose each other too.
I told Sally to go get George and Janny and tell them what had happened and that I needed to talk to them right away. She ran off to get them, and I told the other girls to stay with them. I went inside to talk to George and Janny and explain my plan to them and my reason for doing it.
When Sally got back with her sister and brother-in-law, I told her that I needed to talk with them in private for a bit so she should go back outside with her friends.
When she had gone, I told George and Janny what I wanted to do and what they needed to do if they wanted to help. Right now, I couldn’t adopt two children because I was still listed as mentally incompetent. But they should be able to take the girls in as foster parents as they could show the means to take proper care of them.
They both agreed to my plan and Jenny told me, ‘I was right. You really are a nice man.
I disagreed with her on that, but she didn’t know my past or what some of my duties in Iraq were. I am not a nice person. I love kids though, and I just couldn’t bare to think about what would happen to those two little girls if I didn’t try to help them. This was something that I had to do.
I asked George to get the two girls so he could tell them about him and Janny taking them in if they wanted to stay. I thought it best to wait for a bit before I offered to adopt them. One thing at a time, I thought.
When the girls came in, I went out to the others. I felt real tired about then. Emotional pain took a lot out of you.
Sally asked me if I was alright, and I told her, ‘I’m just a bit tired. I talked to George and Janny, and they’re going to try to get custody of your friends. I don’t want them going into State custody if I can help it because I know what would happen.’
Sally asked, ‘What would happen?’
I told here, ‘They would most likely be split up and put into foster homes alone. Since they aren’t sisters, the CPS people wouldn’t try to keep them together. Most people who take in foster children only take one at a time anyway. Once they’re split up, they wouldn’t be able to contact each other because of a policy against releasing that information.’
I’m not going to let that happen to them if I can prevent it,’ I finished. I really meant that too. I would do whatever I could to keep the pair together.
‘What did you do about it?’, asked Sally.
‘I asked George and Jenny if they’d take them in if I paid for their upkeep. The V.A. pays them to take care of me, so it doesn’t cost me anything to stay here. Since I have a good income, I can afford that, and when I get the mental evaluation done and the incompetence rating removed I intend to adopt them.
Sally asked me, ‘Why are you doing this?’
I looked at her in the eye this time and said, ‘Because I care about them as much as you three do. I want them to be able to stay together and this way I can make sure that they can if they want. I’d do the same for all of you.’
Shelly asked, ‘You really mean that?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I hope something like this never happens to you, but if you ever need any help I’d be honored if you came to me. All of you have been my friends, and friends take care of each other.’
George and Janny came out and Janny asked Sally if she’d be willing to give up her room. She agreed immediately and said, ‘They’re my friends and I have a great room now thanks to uncle Dar. I can stay there so now my old room is free. I can also give them some of my clothes if they need them since we’re close to the same size.’
‘Uncle?’ Janny asked. ‘When did he become uncle?’
‘At the carnival,’ said Shelly. ‘He’s uncle Dar to the whole Cheerleader squad now. Even coach Coulter called him that a few times.’
‘Coulter called him that?’ asked George. ‘I took senior math from her. She’s a tough lady, but she’s fair. If you had a problem, the only thing that would make her mad about it is if you didn’t ask her if she could help.’
‘Yes, that’s her alright,’ said Janny. I took girls Phys Ed from her.’
George said, ‘Ok, here’s what we do now. Janny and I are already approved foster parents. We called CPS and told them about the girls, and they’re going to send someone out for an inspection tour. Once that’s done, and CPS approves them being placed here, we need to take them home to get some necessities and then go shopping for some clothes.’
Sally asked, ‘What should we do?’
‘Just stay with them. Don’t leave them alone at all. I’ll set up the basement so you girls can all sleep down there tonight. After CPS is done, I’ll take them home to get what they need and when the estate is settled, I’ll help them get the rest of their things brought over here.’
‘Tomorrow, we’ll see about taking them shopping for whatever else they might need,’ George said. ‘They won’t be able to get much except necessities for right now.’
Sally said, ‘I think we’ll need a bigger car. We won’t have enough room for all of us plus uncle Dar’s wheelchair.’
‘Dar already thought of that,’ said George. ‘He told me he wants a large van for himself anyways. He thinks he can get his drivers license back soon and wants something large like a big passenger van. We’ll check out some of the car dealerships tomorrow when we go shopping.’
Sally said, ‘That would be great. Then he wouldn’t need to have someone drive him if he wants to go somewhere. I’ll still go with him though.’
‘And you girls would have your own chauffeur to take you where ever you want to go,’ said Janny.’ I bet you five have him rapped around your fingers already.’
Sally blushed and said, ‘I think you’ve got that backwards.’
George laughed at that and said, ‘I bet if any of you asked him for just about anything, he’d get it for you. I also think that he’d be glad to do it for any of you. He told me that he plans to adopt Ellen and Nancy as soon as he legally can so they won’t ever be split up. I’m sure that he loves all of you girls as much as Janice and I do.’
Sally started
crying at that, and ran up and hugged George. She said, ‘I love you too. I’ve loved you since you started dating Janny when I was a little girl. When you took her out, you’d take Erica and me too. You’ve never left us out of anything since we met you.’
George hugged her back and said, ‘I knew it was a package deal. I’d have to take all three of you to get one. You were always ready with a hug, and you and Erica never got jealous of me and Janny. The three of you are the most important people in my life, and you always will be, twerp.’
Although I had been talking to the cousins during all this, I heard them outside too. I realized that I had found a special group of people here.
I had told the girls that I would help them stay together. I also told them that if they needed anything at all, just ask. If I could help them, I would. For as long as they needed me I’d be there.
They both were still crying, but they hugged me and said ‘Thank you, uncle Dar.’
I hugged them back and then told them to take me back out side.
When we got out there, Sally ran over to them and hugged them both saying, ‘Your both welcome to stay here as long as you want. Just ask me if you need anything. I have some extra clothes that you can have since we’re the about the same size.’
I told her, ‘That won’t be necessary. I’ll get them some clothes later today along with anything else they need.’ I glared at her for a moment and said, ‘My job now.’
She agreed and said, ‘Ok, your job now. But I’m helping. They’re my friends and a wise man taught me that friends help each other.’ I had to smile at having my own words used on me like that.
‘You’re a smart girl,’ I said.
‘Yup,’ she said, ‘and I had a good teacher too.’
‘I had a good teacher too for some things, so just remember that, munchkin,’ I said.
I started to feel a bit wobbly and said, ‘I need to sit down for a bit.’
Ellen helped steady me while Nancy and Sally went for my chair. Nancy won and pushed it over behind me and Ellen helped me sit down. ‘Been doing a bit too much, I think. Why don’t you girls take me to my room so I can lie down for a bit?’
Ellen grabbed one handle of my chair, and Nancy grabbed the other and they both pushed me into my room. I had them take me over to the recliner since I didn’t want to go to bed before we were done with CPS. They each climbed onto an arm of the chair and hugged me like they were afraid I’d disappear if they didn’t hang on tight enough.
I slowly relaxed and let them. I figured that they needed that comfort as much as I needed to rest. I may have been recovering, but I still wasn’t as strong as I would have liked.
While we were sitting there, I told the girls about what would happen if I adopted them. They would be my legal dependents, and that would give them certain benefits. Since I was one hundred percent disabled now, they would be entitled to I.D. cards and such and if I died before they were eighteen they’d get other things too.
They needed to know these things before they made a decision as it would affect their lives a lot. I have always believed that it’s best to be honest with kids, and tell them everything that would affect them. Even the bad things sometimes.
One of the things was that if I died they needed to know how to contact my aunt. Since she was the only family I had left that I had contact with, and since the girls were under eighteen she was my emergency contact for them as well if I adopted them.
I knew that if something happened to me, she would make sure they were taken care of. My aunt was a very special lady and if I told her that I loved these girls it would be enough for her.
They also had to know how to contact the V.A. hospital in an emergency and other things. I knew that they were smart girls, and would do what was necessary but they had to know how. I also told them that if they needed anything at all they only had to ask. If I could get it I would.
After the talk, I went to sleep for a bit. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up I still had a girl snuggle to each side of me.
What woke me up was a couple of the girls from the Cheerleaders team walking in. They ran up to my new girls and hugged them. I don’t remember what they said, but it didn’t matter much I guess. It’s the physical contact that helps the most at times like this.’
Within a few minutes, the whole team was there along with Megan. Sally, Shelly, and Sandra brought in a couple of trays of finger food and a big jug of something to drink. Sally also had a cup of coffee for me. I thanked her when she gave it to me. She smiled at me and started talking to my new kids.
‘I know it hurts,’ she said. ‘I know exactly how you feel because I’ve been there. I lost my parents when I was ten, and it still hurts. It gets better with time, I guess but I still miss them so much that I sometimes cry. I got through it because of my friends and you’ve got friends to help you too.’
‘If you want a hug, I’ve got plenty,’ she continued. If you want to talk I’m here. You’re two of my best friends and if you need me I’ll be here.’
After that little speech, she went to her room. She didn’t look well, so I thought she was going to lie down. I hoped that the stress of the day wasn’t making her sick after her recent injury.
I bit later, the CPS official and two local police men arrived. They went into the family room to talk to George and Janny. After a bit, George called me on the intercom and asked me to bring Sally, Ellen and Nancy. I asked Megan to get Sally and had my girls help me into my chair. I was still a bit weak, so I needed the help.
As they started to push me to the door, Sally came out of her room and joined us. With her and Megan following, Ellen and Nancy pushed me into the family room.
I knew something was wrong as soon as I was inside. Megan had a blank face which told me that she knew what was going on. George looked angry and so did Janny.
Sally went up to George and quietly asked him something, but I was to far away to hear what.
George said, ‘The CPS woman has decided that because of Dar this is not a sound environment for children. She’s going to take them and she’s threatening to take you too. She says that having children in a house hold with a mentally disturbed person isn’t safe.’
Now I saw something new. Sally got a truly frightening look on her face, and almost screamed ‘she said what?’
I had never seen that little girl angry before. I’d seen her happy and sad, smiling and laughing and crying. But I’d never seen her when she was furious.
Janny was also quite obviously angry. She said, ‘She said that Dar is mentally disturbed and is a danger to young children, including you.
Sally turned around and looked at the CPS official and said, ‘You’ve insulted a man who almost died when he saved my life. He was wounded in Iraq saving my brother-in-laws life. If you don’t leave this house right now, I’m going to do something that I might regret but you will. Leave. Now.’
Sally started toward the woman. George grabbed for her but missed, and Janny just watched. I didn’t think that she’d interfere with whatever Sally did, and I knew that would be a mistake. I pushed myself in front of Sally and she stopped and looked at me.
I said, ‘Let me handle this. I can fix this problem and her at the same time, so don’t do anything foolish.’
Sally said, ‘I wasn’t going to do anything foolish uncle Dar. I was going to get rid of a problem that angered me. She insulted you and my sister and my big brother. If she doesn’t leave now, I’m going to make her leave. Hard.’
No. You’ve forgotten that this house has an intercom system with two recorders on it. They’re both on and one of them is in here. Everything that was said in this room is on them and I’m going to use them and file a criminal complaint against these three.’
‘
You’re what?’ exclaimed the CPS woman.
I said, ‘I’m going to file a criminal complaint against you. You should really think about getting a good lawyer right now.’
‘You can’t do that,’ she said.
I said, ‘Watch me.’
I wheeled myself over to the phone and dialed a number from memory from when I worked for the office of the Secretary of the Navy. When it was answered, I gave them my recognition code and explained the situation stating that if they didn’t help, I’d handle the matter myself. I knew that the person answering the call would already have my records up.
They would have someone here real quick, because they knew how I sometimes handled situations that I found annoying and since I’m listed as temporarily mentally incompetent, I couldn’t be charged for any criminal act. They’d have someone here as quick as they could get here.
It pays to know someone in high places sometimes, especially if you have a service record like mine. I worked with Special Ops people when I was in the Army, and I’d done a few things. I’d also worked for the military on some odd jobs after I got out. It’s probably why they reactivated me when I got hurt in Iraq.
When I finished my call, I hung up the phone and told the two cops, ‘This has just become a federal investigation into the misconduct of a State official who is using her position to harass and threaten two disabled military veterans. You have the choice of helping the investigation or being investigated as accomplices.
‘Oh, you won’t get any trouble from us,’ said the older one. I was going to file a complaint about this myself. I’ve been involved in cases like this before, and this is the first time I’ve heard of that the medical condition of someone not involved was considered as grounds to refuse custody of an orphaned minor.’ The other one nodded in agreement.
Sally said, ‘Well they better put her away for a long time for this. I meant what I said. Uncle Dar almost died saving my life after I had an accident in the pool and almost drowned a couple of weeks ago. If you want, I’ll show you the wheelchair he wrecked getting to me.’
I’m familiar with the case mam,’ said the older cop. ‘It’s still being investigated as an assault with a possible intent to kill. That oil on the diving board was no accident and I’m the one who fished the chair out of the pool. I have no doubt about Mr. DeShade being safe to have around children. I’d trust him with the safety of mine anytime.’
Sally finally smiled after that comment. I was glad that she was finally calming down. The stress couldn’t be good for her considering the concussion.
At that point, the CPS woman said, ‘Are you going to let that juvenile delinquent get away with threatening me? I demand that she be arrested at once.’
The older cop said, ‘I can’t do that mam. ‘We have reason to believe that this case will be investigated by federal authorities, and we have no cause to intervene in it. If that man in the wheelchair did what I think he did, then it’s not the girl that’s in trouble, it’s you. We can only wait and hold all participants in the situation until higher authorities arrive. That includes you, by the way.’
Since we’re also witnesses to the incident, we have to remain here and keep all involved parties here until released by higher authorities.’
Janny said, ‘I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m thirsty. Can I get you two officers some coffee?’
‘No thank you mam,’ they both said.
‘Interesting,’ I thought. ‘She didn’t offer the CPS official any thing.’ That alone told me how mad she was right now. Janny was invariably polite to everyone.
Janny took Sally and left the room.
While they were gone, I told Megan to check on the other girls and make sure they were ok. My two were sitting on the couch at this point and were glaring at the CPS woman. I moved over beside them, and said’ Don’t worry, this will get straightened out.’
Ellen looked at me and said, ‘I won’t go anywhere with that woman no matter what. I’m staying here.’
‘Me too,’ said Nancy. ‘I won’t get into a car with her and I won’t leave. If I have to, I’ll fight. But I won’t leave.’
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Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....
The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...
This story will center itself around the main character: the hero. Well…at least that is what he will be at the start. You have to understand dear reader that most villains in real life aren’t inherently evil. They themselves do believe that what they are doing is the right thing. To clarify, this story does start out as a heroic tale. It is in fact a little generic. For example, it is set in the glorious country of the United States. The hero does at the start believe in the workings of a...
Mind ControlI was orphaned at an early age and lived on the street. I got my education through the public comp systems. At sixteen I got a job just off the port warehouse district as a night watcher. It was not much but I made enough to rent a one room apartment once called a studio. The area was very old and close to the port so the buildings were between six to ten stories tall. Since the area was old it was also neglected by a lot of the city maintenance workers. Few constables patrolled the area and...
Back inside, I took another pill and drank about half a beer while getting undressed and climbing into bed. Marilyn had already fallen asleep by the time I got into the sheets. I tried to close the drapes and shut out the daylight, but the entire place had been designed to be light and airy. Even the curtains seemed bright. It didn’t matter. I was out like a light in about thirty seconds and didn’t wake until dinner time. I woke to find myself alone in the bed, but I heard the shower...
It wasn’t that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school at the tender age of fourteen, as children were allowed to do in those far off days, he worked in the dirt and blackness for two long years,...
This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...
Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...
Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...
He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...
UniformSRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...
"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...
Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...
Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...
16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...
For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story. All the characters and scenario’s are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr’s help the tale reads as it should. Copyright 2014 * Ian Cameron...
Chapter 7 Hero to the Rescue This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. When we had left the room, Janny grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. She said, ‘I’m proud of you. I don’t believe in violence because I’ve seen what it can do to people. But you were willing to stand up for people you cared for. George is the same way, and I love him for it. I love you too, and I’m proud that you are my little sister.’ I hugged her...
Chapter 9: The Hero’s Gift This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. Special thanks to Mistress Lynn for her assistance and advice. * The next couple of weeks were a bit of a blur for me, but I remember that Sally’s friends came over just about every day. They took turns helping me around the house, and they would frequently take me places. All their parents helped with rides and such. I had a lot of fun during that time...
When we had left the room, Janny grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. She said, "I'm proud of you. I don't believe in violence because I've seen what it can do to people. But you were willing to stand up for people you cared for. George is the same way, and I love him for it. I love you too, and I'm proud that you are my little sister." I hugged her back. I didn't say anything because I couldn't think of the words to say, except "Uncle Dar and George are special. What that woman...
Music of Change: We Could Be Heroes By Valerie Hope I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive them away We can beat them - just for one day We can be us - just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns, shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can...
Generic Brand Hero By Sarah Barndt Chapter 1 I was, admittedly, a loser. I was a 24-year-old college dropout who worked at a video store and lived in my parent's basement. Add to that I was 5'5, scrawny and kind of weaselly looking. Well, as you could imagine, I was beating the babes off with a stick. Actually you could describe my love life by removing the words "the babes" and "with a stick" from the last sentence. The only thing that kept my Dad from thinking I was a...
After wishing good luck to the participants, Archbishop Silternja sat in his middle seat, at the left end seat sat Cardinal Northstar, His Young Eminence sat in the other middle seat and Sister Iaura at the right end seat. Priest announcer Armin exited the arena, leaving only the one thousand and three participants inside. “Thank you, Archbishop Silternja”, he said with no hint of intention to address the two youngsters sitting together with the holy Archbishop and Cardinal, as if he was...
Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing boats goes forth each morning, accompanied by hundreds of swirling, squawking gulls. Huge merchant ships come and go, supplying coal and...
In an age of time when the destruction of modern civilization slowly descends upon us we must look to a future when someone, anyone will rise up and take the reigns so long ago dropped and lift us back to our rightful path. This at least was the thoughts and the most constant staple of Professor Damien’s lectures. He knew that the inner cities were going to hell and also that his student ratio had jumped by 60% over the last few years. At the ripe age of 45 he was still younger than the larger...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character’s imagination of what India might seem to...
I wrote this story shortly after Christmas of 2102. It is a work of fiction. Names, places and events are a product of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. * When the IED exploded eight Marines of Lieutenant Karl Richart Schmidt’s platoon lay wounded and exposed to sniper fire from a group of insurgents hiding in the village. Schmidt’s instincts told him to remain hidden behind the low stone wall which the remainder of his men had taken cover. Then his training kicked in....
Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye a spinach glugging nerd constantly saves Olive Oyl, an even more absurd looking creature from the advances of a gorgeous looking, butch hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I was unable to understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto,...
Gay MaleYour name, is Fuckin' Savior Of The Land, Bitch. If this name is strange to you, then either get used to it or change it via the options over there in the right side. ---> The world you live in, is called Aria, named after the humble, noble, generous, incorruptible Queen Aria, founder and first ruler of this beautiful land before leaving behind a line of descendants to take her place. In this world, magic is real. Wizards, wands, witchcraft, mythological monsters, they're all real. Currently,...
Fantasyyour name is John Doe you were in An accident in a laboratory resulted in you gaining amazing skills and strengths - but also means that a secret government organisation is out to kill you! You must keep your identity hidden to the public, whilst also be using your powers for good! your superpowers are Super-Strength - Your powers mean you're now the strongest person alive, able to hurl cars at fleeing bad guys, knock over buildings with your bare hands, and accidentally wrench doors off their...
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