Recovery of a HeroChapter 2 Meeting a Hero
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Chapter 4
A Hero’s New Purpose
This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental.
The first couple of weeks with Dar there were hectic. He was always polite and he seemed to be getting better with his periods of talking like a little boy, and he was very fun otherwise. He never argued or complained either.
All in all, he was what I would have wanted for a brother if I’d had a real one. Don’t get me wrong, though, because I loved George. When he and Janny were dating, they’d often take Erica and me with them to restaurants and movies and such.
Dar, though, was different. He would often sit by himself reading one of Dad’s old books or play with the computer. Sometimes he would sit by the kitchens glass door and just look outside. When it rained, I’d often find him outside just looking up into the sky and letting it fall on his face.
I finally asked him why he did that, and he said that the rain is what he missed most while he was in Iraq. He said he’d been there almost 2 years and it didn’t rain much.
On the third week, I got a letter telling me that the summer tryouts for the Junior Cheer Leader Squad was on the following Monday. I really wanted to go, but I had promised Dar and his Aunt I would never leave him alone, and since the others were all busy during the day, it was mostly me that took care of him.
I asked Erica if she could watch him that day, and she said no because she had a big test. George and Janny were also busy. George was taking a few refresher classes for his job and Janny was going to be helping at the hospital she did volunteer work at.
I decided then that if Dar wanted to go, I would get a ride and take him with me or just stay home. He was much more important right now than being a cheer leader. He almost died so I could keep the nearest thing I ever had to a brother, so he came first.
That decided, I walked up to him and told him about the tryouts. He got excited and said, ‘You really want me to come too? Can I really go someplace with you?’ That’s when I realized that although he had more freedom here, he was still stuck unless someone took him somewhere.
I said, ‘If you want to. Afterwards, I’ll see if a couple of friends of mine want to go to the mall and you can come there to. Dar got real excited at that thought. He was in one of his little boy fazes right then so I guess even going to the mall with a bunch of teenagers might have seemed exiting.
With that thought, I waited until George and Janny got home and told them what my plans were. They talked it over for a bit and said it was fine with them. George also said that he could drop me off if I wanted to go early, and would pick me up at the mall at about 6 that evening as he would be done with his classes and work by then.
I agreed, and went and told Dar that it was all set up and he could go with me to practice and that we’d go to the mall afterwards. He thanked me and then had me take him to his room where he dug out his wallet.
After getting it out, he had me take him to George, who was in the basement and was the only place that had a lift for the wheelchair After taking him down there, he asked me to let him talk to George for in private for a while. He said he and George had to take care of some ‘business’.
I left him there and went back upstairs to call a few friends to see if they wanted to meet up with me after practice. I told them that Dar would be coming too as there wasn’t anybody to watch him that day, and 2 said that they would be there.
With that done, I went back to see if Dar was done with George. They were talking at the desk George had set up in a corner, and when they saw me they just smiled and waved me over.
I walked over and asked Dar if he was done. He was grinning so hard I thought he was going to break his jaw, but he said yes, so I took him back up to the kitchen and made lunch. As the day went on, every time George and Dar saw each other they would get the smile again. It made me wonder what they were up to. The worst of it was that they were like that the whole weekend too!
On Monday at 10, George and I got Dar into the car and left for the high school. When we got there, I saw that there were a lot of girls my age there for the tryouts and I got nervous. Dar seeing that I was uncomfortable grabbed my hand and said, ‘You’ll do fine. I have faith in my little friend, and she’ll blow the rest away.’
I felt a lot better after that, and said good bye to George as he pulled out. Dar waved a bit with his left hand, and started to drag himself to the field with his good leg. I caught him easily and pushed him over to where the tryouts were to be held that day.
As I got closer, I saw the 2 friends that were going to the mall with us later, and waved. They waved back and came over. Shelly, who had been my friend since we started grade school together came over and hugged me. I hadn’t seen her since summer vacation started.
Sandra, also hugged me. She and I had become friends in last year, and the 3 of us had done lots of things together.
After the hugs, Shelly said, ‘So this it the man who swept you off your feet and kept you away from us the last few weeks. You didn’t even call much.’
‘Yea,’ Sandra said, ‘No calls, and no visits. Just because you live like a hermit doesn’t mean you should ignore your friends.’
Dar got that sad look on his face as he listened and said, ‘It’s my fault. She’s been helping me since I can’t walk yet and her sisters and her brother-in-law are busy. Without her I’d have to go back to the hospital.’
Shelly saw right away that Dar was really unhappy. I’d told her about Dar and what was wrong with him, so she just smiled at him and said, ‘Oh it’s all right. We were just teasing Sally because we haven’t seen her in awhile. I know why she’s been busy so it doesn’t matter.’
This caused Dar to start smiling again, and he told her, ‘Well I know a good way to fix that problem. I know Sally gets lonely being stuck with a broke down old man, so you 2 will just have to come over and help fix that sometime. I bet that I can talk George and Janny into it.’
That statement surprised me a bit. Dar had always called Janny by her proper name. He never used Janny before where I could hear. Just goes to show that things change sometimes.
We talked some more as we walked over to the tryout area, with all of us pushing on the chair. Dar was heavy, and the chair didn’t work well in the grass. The tires would sink in and it was hard to push.
By the time we got there, we had stopped talking and were just pushing. I told Dar that I was going to have to put him on a diet because he was getting heavy. Dar looked at me and said, ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a problem.’
Bad mistake that time. I told Dar, ‘Oh come on, I was teasing. Can’t friends tease each other?’ Dar tends to take everything literally, and I had forgotten that.
Sandra said, ‘Don’t worry about it Dar. We needed the exercise any way, and now we won’t have to warm up so much.’ Shelly nodded too.
Dar started smiling again, and said, ‘I hope the tryouts start soon. I want to watch. I haven’t been anywhere but the hospital and home in a long time now. I like watching things, but there isn’t much I can see except out the kitchen door since it’s glass.’
Shelly said, ‘I bet you just want to watch the girls.’ Dar smiled and pointed across the field where some boys were playing football.
‘Nah,’ he said. ‘I’ll watch the football game. I like watching kids play football.’
After that, we went over to the cheer squad director and got put on the list for the tryouts. I was toward the end of the tryouts, and Shelly was third up. Sandra was in the middle, so one of us would be with Dar the whole time so he wouldn’t get lonely.
While we waited for Shel
ly, Sandra and I sat on the grass by Dar and watched the first 2. I didn’t know either of them. Then it was Shelly’s turn. Boy she was good. I guess those dance classes she took paid off. After her tryout, she came over and Sandra went to wait for her turn.
She talked to Dar while we watched, and I could see that he was enjoying the chance to talk with someone new. I bet he got tired of just a 1 teenager to talk to most of the time. I know I would get tired of just talking to me.
We all watched when it was Sandra’s turn. She was almost as good as Shelly. I started worrying again, and wondered if the triple S team would be broken up now. With all the others here, and my 2 best friends being the best so far, I was really nervous.
Dar leaned over and whispered, ‘I know they look good, but I’ve watched you practice and swim. You’ll do fine and better than fine. Just trust your self and don’t worry about the others.’
That really made me feel better, and Shelly said, ‘With all your gymnastics training I bet you have a better chance than me.’
Coming from her that really meant something. She was the dancer, not me, but I had been taking gymnastics for over 3 years now. I had planned to do a modified tumbling routine for the tryout and was now glad because nobody else was doing any thing like that.
When Sandra got back to us, I said, ‘I know you 2 are on the team so wish me luck.’ I went up to the line and waited my turn. When the director told me to start, I did my routine. It suddenly seemed just fine. I didn’t care what anyone thought, I was doing this because I liked to do it.
When I finished, I walked back over to the others. They were both staring at me. ‘What?’ I asked.
Dar said, ‘That was fantastic. I bet you got the best score here. Nobody else did anything like that.’ The girls just nodded.
When the last girl was done, the director said, ‘Ok, girls, I know you all did a good job but we only have 5 openings for the junior team. In 3 or 4 days, you’ll all get letters informing you of the results. Those that don’t make it this year should try again next year as we’ll have a lot more openings.’
Ok, the girls shower is open for you so go clean up and have a good day.’
We went up to the school gym and went inside. The director had followed us in and asked me to wait a second. When she came up she asked about Dar. I told her about how George had gotten wounded and how Dar had rescued him in Iraq. I also told her about the problem with the mediation he’d been given.
‘Ok, go take your shower and come to my office. I have to work, but I’ll keep an eye on him.’ Dar looked at her and said, ‘Won’t that hurt? I know I wouldn’t want to do that.’
She looked at him and just said, ‘Huh?’
Dar smiled and said, ‘Gotcha.’ I figured out what he was talking about, and giggled. The director looked at both of us for a second then she got it too. She glared at Dar and said, ‘Oh great, now the cheer leaders have a mascot with a bad sense of humor. Just what I need….’
I couldn’t help it, I just cracked up. As I was walking toward the shower room, the director pushed Dar toward an office off to the side.
I went in and took out my clean clothes, then went and found an empty shower stall. I took my shower and got dressed again, and went back out to the gym. The others were already there waiting by the directors office. I walked over to them and saw a sign that said ‘Women’s Sports’ and below that a sign that said ‘Coach Coulter’.
When I got there, the woman looked up at me and said, ‘Well I’m not normally supposed to tell you, but in this case I’ll break the rule. All 3 of you made it, but before you celebrate, we need to talk about your friend.’
‘I don’t want to be a problem for Sally to be on the team. If I’m a problem then I’ll just have to stay home when Sally comes here. She wanted this so bad so I won’t ruin her chance.’
The coach smiled at Dar and said, ‘That won’t be necessary. I really want all 3 of these girls. I get lots of talent every year, but only a very few with any real skills. This year I got 2 that know how to dance, and one that’s a gymnast. So, what we have to work out is transportation.’
‘Normally, there’s a late bus for the kids in the athletics programs, but in this case it won’t work. Since Sally has to take care of you when her sisters and brother-in-law are busy, we need to set up a way to get you here on practice days and then back home.’
‘Don’t worry about me,’ said Dar. ‘I don’t want to be a problem.’
‘Now you listen to me,’ said the coach. ‘I had a grandfather who lost a leg at Normandy in World War 2. My father was a P.O.W. in Korea for a year. My oldest brother fought in Vietnam and I have a nephew in Iraq. They wouldn’t forgive me if I cut you out like that.’
‘Now, the question isn’t whether you can come or not, but how. Sally is on the team and that’s final. You are welcome to the after school activities and you will come. That’s also final. All we have to do is figure out how.’
Shelly and Sandra said at the same time, ‘I’ll ask my folks if they can help.’
Dar looked at the coach and asked, ‘You really mean it? I can come too?’
‘Yes, you can come.’ I remember how lonely my grandfather was when he got stuck in the hospital. I wouldn’t wish that on anybody.’
‘Ok, so the first thing is to call all the parents of the girls on the squad. This is going to be a group effort and not just the 3 of you trying to work this out. Let me look into it and I’ll call in a couple of days. I already have your numbers on you tryout applications so just wait a few days. Now go away and have some fun.’
We were all excited about that. Not only did we make it onto the Cheer Leaders Squad, but the coach was going to help me with taking care of Dar so I could be on the team. Dar was the one thing I hadn’t thought about at all, and now I didn’t need to worry.
We went out to a bus stop down the street from the school to catch one going toward the mall. While we were waiting, we talked about the tryouts trying to figure out who the other 2 would be.
Shelly said, ‘I hope the twins made it. I knew them in middle school, and they’re fun. I bet they’d be willing to help with Dar too!
Sandra said, ‘I don’t know them. I don’t think I knew anybody but you 2.’
‘Well, we’ll just have to wait,’ said Dar. ‘I know who the best are though.’
Sandra said ‘Oh? Which ones?’
‘Yea,’ Shelly said, ‘Tell us.’
‘You 3 are,’ said Dar. ‘You’re the best of the ones that were there today. Those twins were too, so they might be the others.’
I asked, ‘You really think we’re the best?’
‘Yup,’ said Dar. ‘You’re the best.’
‘Why do you think that?’ asked Sandra asked.
‘Because you 3 have real talent like the coach said, and you have some training too. You 2 have had dance training, and Sally does gymnastics. Most of the others had practiced, and some were good but none of the others had either dance or gymnastic training. That’s what made the difference.’
While we were talking, the twins we had been discussing walked up.
‘You waiting for the bus too?’ asked Shelly.
‘Yea, we’re going to the mall. We haven’t been there in ages, and since we made some extra money last week end, we’re going to do a bit of shopping.’
‘That’s where we’re going too said Dar. I haven’t been out of the house or the hospital to go anywhere in months.’
‘I’m Nancy, and this is my cousin Ellen.’
‘Cousin?’ exclaimed Shelly. ‘I thought you 2 were twins.’
‘Every body thinks that if they don’t know us.’ said Ellen, ‘Our mothers were twins, and our dads our brothers. They got married at the same time, and we were born on the same day.’
‘Wow,’ said Sandra. ‘That’s a real interesting coincidence.’ Twin cousins.’
We all laughed at that. We talked for maybe 10 minutes before the bus came, and when w
e got on I helped Dar get his chair buckled in. The driver came back and checked the straps and off we went.
Today had been a good day so far. I got to see my 2 best friends and made 2 new ones. The girls coach was going to help me with Dar. Most important though, I had seen Dar smile more in the last couple hours then he had since I’d met him.
When we got to the mall and got off, Dar asked me to get him some coffee. He gave me some money that he’d had and said he just wanted a regular cup of coffee. I heard him chatting with the others while I went to a small stand that sold coffee.
When I got back, Shelly said ‘My turn to push for awhile. Since we’re a team, we take turns.’
I said, ‘Ok. Just be careful of bumps because Dar’s balance is a bit off.’
Shelly said, ‘Oh don’t worry. I like George too, and he did rescue him. I just think that since we’re friends, we should help too.’ Nancy and Ellen nodded and so did Sandra. Wow, I thought. My friends want to help with Dar too. Maybe I should have called them.
When I said this, Sandra said ‘Maybe you should have. I would have come over if I’d know why you weren’t coming by. You and your sisters have been my friends for a long time, and I remember how often George would take you and me out.’ Sandra nodded at that.
‘I’m sorry guys, but I didn’t want you stuck with me at home all the time.’
Shelly said, ‘Who said we’d be stuck? You have a great pool and the basement fun room. I’d love to be stuck like that.’
‘You have a pool?’ asked Nancy.
‘Yes, we have a pool. My dad had it put in about 5 years ago. After he and mom died, George, who’s my brother-in-law, kept it up. We all like to swim and it’s nice not to have to fight the crowds at the beach all the time although I like to go now and then.’
‘Cool,’ said Ellen. ‘We’ll have to come over some time. Nancy and I like to swim too.’
Dar looked at me and said, ‘Hey, how bout a party? I like parties and that would be real fun. Then you could have some of your friends over and have fun. You don’t need to push me around all the time. You need to have some fun too.’
Then Dar said, ‘Oh look. A lectronic shop. Can we go in and look?’
I looked at where he was pointing and saw a new computer store. ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Lets go there first.’ The others agreed.
Then Shelly said, ‘Hey Sally, look at that shop. It has some cool music cd’s. Lets go there for a second.’
I said, ‘I need to stay with Dar.’
‘Aw go look at that stuff, Sally. You don’t need to look at everything I want to look at. I just haven’t had a chance to see any of the newest stuff so I want to look for a bit is all. Sandra won’t loose me, will you Sandra?’
She laughed and said, ‘Now how would I loose a lump like you? Go ahead Sally, I’ll take care of Dar.’
I said ‘Ok.’
I didn’t want to leave Dar alone, but I trusted Sandra, so Shelly and I went over to look at the newest cd’s.
We were there for about 10 minutes, and Shelly bought 2. I didn’t see anything I really wanted, and I didn’t have much money with me. Just enough for lunch for Dar and me.
When we got back to the computer store, Dar was coming out with Sandra and was smiling again. I really think this is the happiest he’d been since he got out of the hospital and came home with us. I decided to do this more often just because of that.
Dar said, ‘I’m hungry now, how bout the rest of you?’ We all agreed that we were hungry, so Dar said, I have my bank card, and I have plenty enough in the bank so I can feed you all. My treat for you giving me such a great day.
The others said that he didn’t have to do that, but Dar insisted. ‘I don’t get to go out much, and I haven’t spent any of the money I made in Iraq. I also get a pension now so I have enough but nothing to buy. I want to do this. How often does a guy my age get 5 pretty girls to go to lunch with him at once anyway?’
We all laughed at that and agreed. ‘Ok, now where is a good place to eat?’ Dar asked.
‘Godfathers’ we all said at the same time.
Dar laughed and said, ‘Pizza. Ok, I like pizza so lets go.’
We all went down the mall to the pizza place and went in. When we got up to the counter, Dar asked if they took Debit cards. They said yes, so he said he wanted 5 all you can eat lunches and a small Supreme for himself with a large coke.
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With all of the superhero stories going around, I thought that I'd try my hand at one, with a bit of a different twist. Enjoy......... Raven The Heart of a Hero The wound . . . was . . . quite fatal. Lois Lane lay in a pool of her own arterial blood. "I'll . . . go for help," whispered Jimmy Olson, trying to ease her pain. He knew that in his heart of hearts it wouldn't do any good. Still, he had to do something. "It'll be okay." Jimmy started to rise to go. Lois'...
This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...
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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