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Chapter 3: Released From Durance Vile

The day that George got home was special to me. He was my oldest sisters husband, but he was also the closest I had to a big brother. When he left, I told him he had to come back because I just couldn’t loose my only brother.

I never thought about Janny (I have always called Janice Janny since I was little), my sister, and his wife.

When we were told that he had been wounded in action, they didn’t tell us much else.

Operational Security the letter said. They did say, however, that he would be coming home when he got released from the hospital because of the damage to his legs would prevent him from being a Marine anymore.

I didn’t care about that as long as he was coming home again. A few weeks after the official notification, he called and said he was at Camp Pendleton being treated for his wounds, and would be home in a month or so.

Erica and Janny and I were ecstatic about this and were planning a big party. We were going to welcome him home and we weren’t going to let him go ever again.

Then he called again, and told us about the guy who saved him in Iraq.

He told us how he had been covering the other 3 marines and the civilian that was with them when they were ambushed, and that the civilian had risked his life and been seriously wounded coming back to drag him to cover.

He gave Janny the mans name, which was Eldarin DeShade, and asked her to look into where he was sent to after being returned from Iraq.

Janny spent the next day on the phone and finally found out that this man had been sent to the Seattle Veterans hospital for treatment after he got back.

This was good news for Janny, and she told Erika and me that we would be able to stop and see him after we picked George up at the hospital.

I decided right then that I would do whatever I could to help the man who saved my big brother. It was important to George and it was important to me too. He saved my only brother.

When the day finally came that George was coming home, we left early in his old 4 door pickup to go get him. We drove to Sea-Tac Airport and parked in the big garage.

After leaving the truck and going into the terminal building, Janny got directions to the USO lounge from the military desk. She just walked up and showed the guy there her military I.D. and said that her husband was coming home today, and would meet us at the USO lounge.

We stopped on the way there to get snacks, and went to the lounge to wait for him. They had a T.V. and some bunks and stuff for soldiers to sleep on while waiting for flights and rides. I even got to help in the kitchen getting coffee and drinks for the soldiers there.

About an hour after we got there, George came in. I ran up to him and hugged him and told him how happy I was that my big brother was finally home. He said, ‘I’m glad to be home twerp. I’m really glad to be home.’

I hate it when he calls me twerp, but decided to forgive him this once.

Janny and Erika ran up to him just then and hugged him too. I just love group hugs like that. We had our man back and we wanted him to know it.

Janny told George that she had found that Mr. DeShade was at the V.A. hospital in Seattle, and that if he wanted, we could stop and see him on the way home.

George said, ‘Thank you love.’ ‘That means a lot to me.’ ‘He got shot twice pulling me to safety, and I owe him my life.’

‘We owe him too, don’t we girls?’ Janny said. Erika and I both agreed. If the man who saved our brother needed something, we’d make sure he got it.

George said, ‘Then lets go. ‘I never got a chance to thank him because they sent him back home before I was allowed out of bed.’ ‘I want to do that now if possible.’

With that, we went back to the truck. George put his bags into the canopy and climbed in on the passenger side in front. He said ‘I really don’t feel up to driving yet as my legs still cramp up sometimes, so you drive, Janice.’

On leaving the airport, Janny got onto the highway that went to the freeway. From there we went north to the exit to the V.A. hospital and turned off. It took about 20 minutes to get there, then we parked in the visitors lot.

We walked up to the entrance and went to the information desk, and George asked about getting the room number for Eldarin DeShade.

The woman looked up the name and told us where it was, but said I couldn’t go up as I was to young. I said, ‘George, if I can’t go up, you have to bring him down so I can meet him.’

‘I’ll try, Sally,’ said George. ‘But it will depend on whether he’s allowed to come down or not. He might be restricted to his bed or something like that. He got hurt pretty bad in Iraq, so don’t get your hopes up.’

‘If he can’t come down, I’ll sneak up. What would they do about it? Send me home?’ I said.

‘I don’t know, but they might not allow us to visit him anymore if you do something like that.’ said George.

I said, ‘Spoil sport.’ Then I asked Janny if I could get a snack while I had to wait. She gave me some money, and told me to stay in the room with the vending machines until they came back down.

After getting my snack, I sat down and waited for about 20 minutes. I spent the time talking to some other kids who were waiting to see someone.

Since I was watching the elevators where the others went upstairs, I saw them get off one with an older man in a wheel chair.

I don’t know how old he was, but he had a real long beard and it had a lot of gray in it. I thought, he must be real old to have that much gray, but I didn’t care because he’d saved George.

I ran up and hugged him and said, ‘Thank you for saving my big brothers life.’

He got a strange look in his eyes and said, ‘Do I know you? I don’t remember so good sometimes.’

I looked at George and asked, ‘What’s wrong with him?’

George told the others to take him over to a table and get him a cup of espresso, then took me to a different table.

Sitting down, he told me, ‘He had a bad reaction to some medication they gave him. He has lapses where he talks like a little child for awhile, and he can’t use his right arm much. He also falls asleep suddenly, so he has to have that belt around his chest while he’s in a wheelchair.’

I thought about that for a moment, and said, ‘Then that means I’ll just have to watch him real close, won’t I?’

‘Yes dear, it does,’ said George.

With that, we went back over to the others and sat and chatted while Mr. DeShade drank his espresso. He sure looked like he was enjoying it. When he finished, George said, ‘Lets go outside for a bit.’

I jumped up and started pushing the chair to the door. ‘My job now,’ I told George. I saw Janny smile at him when I said this.

She might have thought it was funny, but I meant it. I’d push that chair up a mountain if Mr. DeShade wanted to see the top. Even if he acted and talked like a little kid sometimes.

This looked like a situation where I’d be making a lot of adjustments in thinking. I remembered a teacher in middle school using that term, and thought how well it fit here.

Adjusting to a man who looked older than my father was the last time I saw him. Adjusting to that man acting like a little child sometimes.

After going out the doors, we headed toward a bench where some patients were sitting and smoking, as it was against the rules to smoke within 50 feet of the door. There were signs all over that said that.

When we got to the bench, George took a pack of cigarettes out of Mr. DeShade’s bathrobe pocket.

I took a good look at the ratty looking thing and decided that the first thing we needed to do was get him a decent looking bathrobe. That blue and white striped thin
g was really ugly and worn out looking.

I also noticed that the slippers he was wearing were cheap foam disposable things that didn’t look comfortable. I whispered to Janny, ‘We need to get Mr. DeShade a better bathrobe and some decent slippers. Those look like cast offs from the Mission.’

Janny looked at them too, and whispered back, ‘Good idea. When we get ready to go, I’ll tell George. I think we should also get him a decent pad for that chair. That one looks worn out and uncomfortable.’

‘While we’re at it, we should get George some new clothes too,’ I said.

Erica leaned over and whispered, ‘And maybe some for us?’ We all chuckled quietly at that.

After that, I sat there listening to the others talk for awhile.

I listened as the man who lit Mr. DeShade’s cigarette explained about him being recalled to the military so they could give him some medals for what he did for George. I liked that idea. Give him lots of medals for saving my big brother.

After a bit, George said, ‘Watch Sally and her new boyfriend closely, Erika. We don’t want them getting into trouble. Janice and I have to go inside and I have to register for medical services.’

I stuck my tongue out at him for the boyfriend comment, and watched as he and Janny went inside.

Erica was talking to a couple of the nurses standing out there, so I decided to talk to Mr. DeShade for awhile and get to know him.

‘Why were you in Iraq with my brother, Mr. DeShade?’ I asked him.

He looked at me and said, ‘I’m not a mister. My dad and grand dad were misters, and they’re gone now. I’m Eldarin, or Dar to my friends. If you want to be my friend, you have ta call me Dar.’

I thought about that for a moment, and said, ‘Ok, Dar, why were you in Iraq with my brother?’

He smiled, and said ‘I was fixing computers and stuff. I can’t talk about it much cause I don’t remember right now. I don’t think I wuz supposed ta talk bout it anyway. I wish I could remember better.’ He quit smiling when he said that.

‘It’s all right, Dar. You don’t have to worry about not remembering right now. My brother said that you would get better and would remember. I’ll help you all I can because you saved my brother.’

‘Your brother? George is your brother? I don’t remember him talking about a little sister, just his wife and her sisters. I wonder why he didn’t talk about that?’

I said, ‘Janice is my sister, and George is my brother-in-law. I call him my big brother because he’s the only brother I have. When my parents died, he and Janice started raising Erica and me. Now I just say he’s my big brother.’

‘Now I understand. Why did you come to see me today? Nobody that I know has been to see me since I got home. Then today, you 4 came to see me.’

I looked at his sad expression, and thought how lonely he must be with no one coming to visit him.

I said, ‘We came to see you because you saved Georges life in Iraq. He was real worried about you because he knew you got hurt bad helping him. I came because I wanted to thank you for doing it, and so did Erica and Janny.’

‘Janny? Who’s that? I don’t know anybody named Janny,’ he asked me.

I said, ‘That’s Janice. I’ve always called her Janny for as long as I can remember. She’s my oldest sister and Georges’ wife.’

‘Oh? The one who went back inside with the sergeant? That’s his wife? I think he really loves her from the way he smiled when he showed me her picture. I didn’t recognize her cause her hair is different I think.’

‘She had a perm done last week, when we found out that George was coming home. She wanted to look special for him’

Erica laughed and said, ‘That’s not all she did. She got some new bed clothes too.’ I felt myself get hot in the face when she said that.

‘That’s a naughty thing to say.’

Erica laughed again, and said, ‘I was just kidding you sis. What she really got is a new mattress that the Marine doctor recommended for him because of his legs.’

‘How bad is he really?’ I asked.

‘He has some nerve damage in both legs, but he’ll be able to do every thing he used to do. He’ll have a limp and be slower than before, but I bet he’ll still be able to out swim you when he gets better.’

‘I hope so,’ I said. ‘I miss how he used to take me swimming when Janny was at the hospital and you were in school. Then we’d go to a park or something. I know how lonely Janny has been since he had to leave cause I’ve been just as lonely.’

‘I really missed him, Erica, and I’m so glad he’s home and they can’t make him leave again.’

‘So am I , sis. I missed him too,’ said Erica.

As we were talking, an older woman came up to us.

When Dar saw her he started yelling, ‘Aunt Dee, Aunt Dee. You came to see me. I’m so happy you came today.’

‘This is the first day since I was brought here that I’ve had visitors. I’ve been so lonely here. Did you bring uncle Jim and Mick and Matt? I haven’t seen them in a long time.’

‘Hello Dar. Jim’s here with me but Mick and Matt couldn’t come today. Who are your friends here?’

Dar introduced Erica and me. Both Erica and I said hello to her.

‘So, why are you 2 here?’ asked the lady. ‘I don’t believe I know you.’

Erica said, ‘We came here with our older sister and her husband. Dar here got hurt in Iraq saving our brother.’

‘He was wounded and couldn’t get to cover, so Dar dragged him to safety. He got hit twice doing it. We came to thank him and make sure he was all right, since we live fairly close to here.’

‘George and Janny went inside to get registered for services here since this is the closest V.A. hospital to where we live,’ I said. ‘Since we live so close, I hope we can come to see Dar often. He seems lonely here, so I plan to come every chance I get.’

As we were talking, Dar started saying, ‘I’m so happy to see you Aunty Dee.’ As he continued talking, I saw George and Janny coming back from the hospital entrance.

Janny walked up to Dar and handed him a cup of coffee and said, ‘That’s from the VFW coffee stand inside, so it should be a pretty good cup of coffee.’

George walked over to talk to Dar’s aunt, and I went over to the bench and sat beside Dar.

I told him, ‘If we can, we’re going to take you out of here as soon as we can. You won’t have to be lonely any more then.’

‘You’ll be staying with us till you get better, and I’ll get you anything you need while you’re their. I’ll help you as much as I can until you get better, because you helped my big brother.’

‘Really? You’ll take me away from this place? I hope it’s soon. I don’t like it here. I can’t go outside when I want, and I can’t do anything in my room but watch T.V.’

‘I hate most of what’s on here and there’s nothing else to do most of the time. That’s why I’m so happy today. You’re the first real visitors I’ve had since I got here, and my Auntie Dee showed up too, and there’s Uncle Jim.’

I felt sorry for Dar and others like him being alone and stuck in a place like this. Sure, they took care of his medical needs, but with nobody to talk to and no visitors in the 2 weeks or so that he’d been here, he must have been miserable.

Well, if and when we got him out of here, he wouldn’t be lonely any more. I’d see to that and so would Erica, Janny and George. We’d make sure he was never lonely again.

George finished talking to Dar’s aunt, and came over to me and said, ‘It’s time to go. I jumped up and started pushing Dar up to the entrance. George asked me, ‘Need a hand?’

I said ‘No, my job.’ I wasn’t going to let anybody else do this as long as I could. George just chuckled.

When we got to the elevator, George pushed Dar in and said, ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, then we can go home.’

After George got back down, we walked out to the truck. He told us that he’d talked to Dar’s Aunt, who’s name was Donna, and she said tha
t she’d come out to our home to look around and would bring Dar with him if she could.

He also said that she would decide then what to do about Dar. She couldn’t take him in herself, because one of her sons and his family was staying with them, but she didn’t want him staying here or in a nursing home either.

I said, ‘Then we have to work really hard to make a good impression.’

‘That we do, Sally, and the first thing we need to do is figure out which room he gets,’ said George.

‘I know, we can use Dad’s old den. We don’t use it and it’s plenty big enough for Dar,’ I said.

Janny said, ‘That’s a good idea. Since it’s on the first floor, he’d have no trouble getting in and out, and it has a full bathroom. It wouldn’t take much work to fix up either. All we really need to do is put a bed in there, and I can get a regular electric hospital bed for him.’

‘I don’t know about that,’ said George.

‘Why not?’ asked Erica. ‘I think that’s a good idea.’

‘Well, I really was hoping to put an indoor swimming pool in there,’ said George.

We all laughed at that because Dads old den was a good sized room.

I don’t remember anything else that was said after that because I fell asleep. It had been a long day for me, but it was a good day with George finally home again.

Erica woke me up just as we got home. ‘Time to wake up, sleepy head,’ she said.

I groaned a bit because my neck was stiff from leaning against the door, but sat up. We were driving up the drive way and I looked at our house thinking about what to do to help Dar get around there. It was a big house, with 5 bedrooms on 3 floors plus an attic and basement.

The basement was a family rec room and a small gym area. The ground floor had a large kitchen and dining room, and a large T.V. room, and Dads old Den, as he had called it.

It was more like an office and library than anything else, but I don’t really know what a Den is supposed to be in a house. I think of a place for bears to hibernate when I think of what a den is.

The second floor has 3 bedrooms. The master bedroom which had been my parents room, a slightly smaller room across the hall, which was Janny and Georges room, and another at the end that Erica used.

On the next floor were 2 rooms, one for me and another that was used as a guest room when we had a visitor.

Big house, but Dad had made lots of money from the electronic security business he had owned. Now that business was ours, but we had a professional manger running it for us right now. Janny and George didn’t want to and Erica was still in school.

I didn’t know what I was going to do when I went to college, but, I thought,since I trust Erica, and she’s smarter than me so let her do it.

Over the next 3 days, we got the Den ready for Dar and set up the connected bathroom so he’d be able to get in and out of the tub easier. We also put up a fence around the pool so he wouldn’t accidentally roll into it. It was a busy 3 days.

On the 5th day after George got home, Dar’s aunt called and said she could bring Dar out the next day. I was really excited, cause we would find out if he could stay with us.

His bedroom was ready for him and even had a desk where he could have a computer. I had even set up my old one for him too!

Dar and his aunt arrived at about noon the next day. I was so excited! When they drove up to the house, I ran over to the car and opened Dar’s door and hugged him. I said, ‘Welcome home Dar. I sure hope you like it here.’

His aunt got out and walked up to George and Janny, and his uncle got his wheelchair out of the trunk of the car. He and I then helped Dar out of the car and I pushed him up to the house.

I said to his aunt, ‘I’m going to show Dar around the house a bit. Tell George to use the intercom if you want me.’

I took Dar to his room first thing, and told him, ‘This is your room if you get to stay with us. I really hope you like it.’

He looked around and saw the all of my Dads old books, and said, ‘Wow! Look at all the books. Can I read them?’

‘Any time you want, Dar. They’re my Dad’s collections,’ I told him.

Then he saw the computer on the desk and asked, ‘Will I be allowed to use that puter?’

‘Yes’ I said, ‘That’s my old one and I’m giving it to you. It’s all set up and ready to go. We have broadband and it’s already connected, and you’ll be able to use it any time you want. It’s yours now.’

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This story may not be altered or reposted without the express permission of the Author. This story was actually the first story that I put to paper so to speak, but my previous story, "For The Love Of A Daughter" was the first story concept I came up with. This story, "Recovery Can Be Fun?", is actually partly true, although I have embellished some toward the end. Thank you everyone, for the kind comments, constructive criticism, and encouragement you provided on "For The Love Of A...

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Her Hero

I couldn’t sleep. I had been trying for what seemed like hours. So, I went for a walk to the park, hoping that would allow me to checkmate the sandman. That’s when I came upon the situation. A guy and a girl in what seemingly looked like an argument. Finding myself not ready to return home yet, I decided to eavesdrop on the squabble. From what I gathered he was her boyfriend and wanted a piece of her ‘teasing’ ass, as he so quaintly put it. I thought to myself, ‘I don’t blame him.’ The girl...

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Hero

All characters in this story are over twenty one except the baby. Morton Franks was out for his Sunday walk. He liked the peace and quiet of the neighborhood on Sunday. His route took him around the park and then down Oak Street. He was a mile from his house when he saw the smoke. The smoke was coming from a small house set back off the road. As he approached a woman came screaming out of the front door followed by a blast of smoke and flame. ‘My baby! My baby!’ she screamed, ‘I can’t find my...

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Eddie the Hero

Blond and balding, divorced and ready to give up on women, Eddie Cox closed his toolbox and walked out of the computer room of the small branch of Albion United Bank, swallowing the last of a tomato sandwich. He stopped abruptly, a shotgun pointed at his belly. ‘Who are you?’ asked the gunman, blue eyes looking coldly through eye slits in his hood. ‘The computer guy,’ Eddie croaked. ‘I don’t know the combination to the bank’s safe.’ ‘Of course you don’t,’ snarled the gunman. ‘It’s on a time...

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Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

3 years ago
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The Heart Of A Hero

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'...

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Carnival of Mirrors Hero

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...

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Return Of An Earth Hero

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....

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Minara the Grojan WarChapter 6 A Hero

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...

1 year ago
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To be a hero

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 Control
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Hero

I 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...

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A Fresh StartChapter 68 Hero

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...

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No hero

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,...

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My sons hero

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...

3 years ago
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My sons hero

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...

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Gary My Hero

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...

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Helping A Hero

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...

Uniform
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SRU The Football Hero

SRU -- 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...

3 years ago
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Working Class Hero

"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...

3 years ago
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Hero

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...

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Bikini Beach Heroes

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- ...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

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...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

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...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

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...

2 years ago
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Ordinary Heroes

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...

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Recovery of a Hero Ch 07

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...

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Recovery of a Hero Ch 09

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...

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Recovery of a HeroChapter 7 Hero to the Rescue

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...

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Music of Change 3 We Could Be Heroes

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...

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Generic Brand Hero

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...

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Earths CoreChapter 4 Shelter Of Heroes

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...

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The Hero

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...

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Someones Hero

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...

3 years ago
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Harold Plays The Hero

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...

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Christmas Hero

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....

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Comic Hero

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 Male
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The Holy Virgin Hero

Your 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,...

Fantasy
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Adventurs as a Super Hero

your 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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