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This is the sixth chapter in the ‘Hannah’s Hero’ cycle. All the same content advisories from chapter 1 still apply. Thank you all for the encouraging comments and the votes. Enjoy!

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‘I’m pregnant!’ I announced, unable to contain my joy. My friends stared at me, momentarily at a loss for words. Jennifer was the first to break out of her spell, running forward to hug me. The other three women at the Nurses’ Station weren’t far behind, offering hugs and congratulations. There were more than a few damp cheeks in the crowd.

‘Oh my God, Hannah, that’s WONDERFUL news!’ Jennifer exclaimed.

Debbie squeezed me next. ‘I’m so happy for you, Hannah!’ she said, beaming at me in delight.

‘Just wait until we get home!’ Jennifer said, excited. ‘Chris is going to be in seventh heaven!’

‘How are you going to tell him, Hannah?’ Debbie asked.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Oh come one!’ she said in an exasperated tone. ‘This is your first baby. You can’t just come out and say ‘I’m pregnant.’ You have to make it special!’

‘Okay,’ I said, drawing the word out some. ‘What do you suggest?’

That turned out to be the wrong question to ask, since everyone there seemed to have a suggestion to make. That’s not to say there weren’t some good ideas offered, because there were. The problem was that everyone wanted to offer them at once! After the verbal onslaught had gone on for a few minutes, I put a stop to it.

‘Alright, alright, girls!’ I said, good-naturedly. ‘I think I have enough good ideas! I’ll let you all know how it went when I see you tomorrow morning.’

Laughing, Jennifer and I put our coats on and headed out to the parking lot. ‘I’m so happy, Jen!’ I said, wrapping an arm around my best friend and sister-in-law.

‘Happy about what, Hannah?’ said a voice from behind us. Jennifer squealed in delight as Brad came up behind her and lifted her up into his arms. They kissed deeply before he set her back down.

‘Wait till we get home, Buster,’ I said, winking at my soon-to-be brother-in-law.

‘That sounds kind of ominous,’ he said, sobering some.

‘Not at all,’ I replied. He kept his gaze on me, waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, he shrugged slightly.

‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I can wait.’

‘We need to make a quick stop at the market on the way home,’ I said to the two of them. ‘That’s not too much trouble is it? I can drop you two off home first if so.’

‘No,’ Jennifer said. ‘We’ll go with you. It’s not too much trouble.’ Brad slipped an arm around his fiancé and nodded in agreement. The arrangements agreed upon, we walked quickly to my old Taurus.

When it was her turn to drive, Jennifer liked to park well away from the building in the hopes of preventing damage to her Bug. My car was already so beat up that I don’t think I’d have noticed additional damage. As a result, I parked as close as I could manage. Brad held the door for Jennifer, and I hid a grin. They were such a lovely couple, and I was overjoyed that Jennifer had managed to find someone capable of loving her the way she deserved.

When we finally got home, I was pleased to see that Chris wasn’t there yet. The three of us made short work of carrying in the stuff from the store and I got to work on dinner (as luck would have it, it was my turn to cook that night.) I fixed hearty beef stew with baby carrots, baby corn, and new potatoes. I also fixed a fresh salad – with baby spinach! As a crowning touch, I baked some fresh bread, and fashioned a small loaf for each of us. As soon as they were done baking, I wrapped each loaf in a cloth napkin and placed them in their own little bread baskets. The resemblance to babies wrapped in swaddling blankets couldn’t have been more obvious.

Chris got home just as Jennifer and I were setting the table for dinner. The way she was acting, I was afraid she was going to give things away, especially when I brought the bread to the table.

‘Oh, that’s a nice touch, Hannah!’ she said. I glared at her, and she quickly shut up. Chris and Brad both gave the two of us funny looks, but neither chose to say anything.

We sat down to eat, and as we always did we talked about our days. Jennifer kept giving me sidelong glances. It was clear she was barely able to restrain herself from asking me when I was going to make my little announcement. For my part, I sat calmly enjoying my dinner and the conversation, waiting and wondering if my loving husband was going to notice a theme to supper, or if I was going to have to clue him in.

At first Chris didn’t seem to notice anything odd about dinner, although his eyes squinted humorously when he saw the miniature loaves of bread. As the meal progressed, though, I saw him start to take notice of the stew ingredients and the salad as well as the decorative garnish of Baby’s Breath that Jennifer had thoughtfully put in a vase at the table’s center.

My husband is anything but stupid, and once he realized there was a theme going on, his eyes got really big. When he looked at me, it seemed he was barely breathing. His expression was a mixture of wonder, awe, love, and joy.

‘Hannah,’ he said very quietly.

‘Yes, dear?’

‘Are you…I mean, are we…’

He didn’t seem to be able to complete a sentence. I could’ve taken pity on him and just said ‘Yes I’m pregnant,’ but that wouldn’t have been any fun. Besides, he’s so cute when he’s fumbling for words. I just sat there, sipping my iced tea, smiling, waiting for his brain to catch up with his mouth. Brad was looking at Chris and me with a confused expression on his face. Then, his eyes lit up as he realized what was happening. I saw his mouth open and then close abruptly when Jennifer covered it with her hand.

‘Are you pregnant?’ Chris finally managed to ask.

I scooted my chair away from the table and turned toward him. Leaning forward, I took both of his hands in mine and looked deep into his beautiful green eyes. ‘Yes, my love, I’m pregnant!’

Chris bolted from his chair and picked me up, spinning me around as he laughed and kissed me. Brad smiled, and Jennifer shed a few joyful tears. They both knew how badly Chris and I wanted to start a family. Even wrapped up in the moment as I was, I noticed my friend send a meaningful look toward her husband-to-be. Then, the intensity of emotion between my husband and I overloaded my senses and the world went away for a moment. His eyes, the same emerald-green as my own, captured the whole of my attention.

‘I love you, Hannah,’ he said when our kiss finally ended. ‘You’re going to have my baby! I’m going to be a Daddy! I love you so, so much!’

‘I love you too, Chris,’ I said thickly, unable to say much more. I’m like that when my feelings get the better of me.

Without putting me down, Chris looked over and caught his little sister’s eye. She smiled and made a shooing gesture with her hands as if to say, ‘Go on, go take care of her!’ He didn’t need any more encouragement. Chris carried me quickly to our room were we had some of the most gentle, tender, romantic sex I’ve ever experienced.

When the door to our room had closed behind us, Chris carried me to the bed and set me down. In seconds he was next to me on the bed, urgently pulling my scrubs off, kissing my skin wherever it was revealed. I gasped loudly as he traced the curves of my shoulders and breasts with his tongue.

‘I can’t think of a more beautiful gift you could’ve given me for Christmas than this,’ he whispered as his strong hands tenderly caressed me.

‘It’s a gift we gave each other, Honey,’ I said, and moaned as he licked my nipples. ‘I couldn’t have done it without you, after all.’

Chris kissed his way down my body, lingering over my belly. He gently pressed his hand against me there as though he were trying to see a change in my body already, even though he knew there wouldn’t be any just yet. Gently, h
e kissed me right below my navel. The touch of his lips was light and tender, as though he were kissing our child. Afterward his eyes looked upward and caught mine. I could see my own joy mirrored in his eyes.

My husband lingered there for several minutes, and then he moved down between my thighs. He kissed his way through my neatly-trimmed bush and brushed his full lips against the lips of my pussy. His powerful arms wrapped around my hips as he pulled the backs of my thighs against his shoulders. Then I felt his hot, wet tongue stroke its way up and down my lips, leaving a warm wet trail over them.

Moments later I gasped as he slipped his tongue between them, first licking down to my entrance, then licking up to brush over my clit. The gasps turned into moans of pleasure as Chris sucked one of my pussy lips into his mouth and very gently nibbled on it. I caressed the top of his head and shoulders as he pleasured me, encouraging him with moans, gasps, and soft cries of pleasure.

Finally, Chris slid his eager tongue back between my lips and started licking my clit. The firm pressure sent waves of pleasure through me like electricity, and I came hard. I pressed his face hard against my sex as I moaned and rolled my hips. My husband didn’t stop, though. He continued to lick my little nubbin, and I felt him slide a finger inside of me as well.

I hadn’t yet come down from my first orgasm when his finger found my G-spot. The pressure on it combined with his tongue on my clit quickly had me cumming a second time. I lost my composure and thrust my hips against him hard, moaning loudly. Chris knew I was starting to become over-sensitive and backed off of my clit. He kept up the pressure with his finger, though, and his mouth continued to wander over my womanhood. He loved my taste and my scent, and he feasted on me as I moaned and shook beneath him.

Chris teased me by lightly licking my lips while his finger worked its magic inside of me. I was pretty much lost to pleasure at this point. My hands had released his head, but I was continuing to writhe under his touch. When I came a third time, my hips arched completely up off the bed as if I were trying to bury his face in my sex. As the warm post-orgasm feeling washed over me again, I collapsed back onto the mattress and purred. Chris very gently let his finger slide out of me as he settled himself comfortably back down at my side.

After a moment I recovered, wanting more. I rolled onto my side to face him, kissing him. My taste was still fresh on his lips and that aroused me even more. As we kissed, my hand wandered down to find his cock. I wasn’t surprised to find it was already getting hard before my hand wrapped around it.

I leaned into Chris as I stroked his cock, kissing him deeply. His arms folded around me and pulled me closer still. A throbbing sensation in my hand told me how ready my husband was to enter me. Gently, I pushed Chris onto his back, straddled him, and guided his thick cock into me. I was still so wet from his oral attentions that he slid right in, all the way to his balls. I gasped at the feeling as my pussy stretched some to accommodate him.

Chris moaned as he grasped my shoulders and pulled me down against him. My mouth found his again as I rocked up and down on him. His thick shaft throbbed within me as I slowly moved up and down. My nipples, already stiff from arousal, started getting harder as they brushed against his chest. I felt his strong hands caress my back and then slide down to cup my ass.

I kept rocking up and down on his cock, the slow and steady rhythm making us both quake with pleasure. I was getting close to cumming for a fourth time. Slowly and tenderly I ended our long kiss and sat up. Leaning back, I rested my hands on his upper thighs and moved faster, sliding up and down on his cock. The friction against the front wall of my pussy had me cumming hard in just seconds.

He groaned beneath me as he felt my vaginal walls grip his cock and squeeze. After my orgasm I quickly pulled up off of him. I didn’t give him much time to wonder what was going on before I bent at the waist and took him in my mouth. His eyes widened, and then closed as I sucked his cock all the way in. I let him feel the muscles at the back of my throat work on his cock for a minute or so, enjoying my own taste yet again. Then I moved up some, sucking on the head of his cock while I stroked the shaft with my hand.

Gradually, I went back to using just my mouth, bobbing my head slowly up and down, sucking hard on every upstroke. ‘Hannah,’ he whispered, caressing my name with his voice, ‘I’m really close. I gonna cum hard, baby!’

I took him all the way into my throat one last time, then released him. Moving carefully, I mounted my husband again, and laid the full length of my body against his as his manhood filled me. My mouth locked over his and we moaned into each other mouths as he came. I felt the hot jets of sperm shooting into me, the delicious sexy feeling setting off my own orgasm.

Chris held me tightly against him and rolled over so we were facing each other. We kissed again, and then we snuggled. I was very close to sleep at that point, but I could feel Chris was still hard as a rock. I had cum multiple times but he had only cum once. Sometimes that’s enough, other times he needs more attention. I considered using my hand, or sucking him off, but before I could do either I felt his hands take my shoulders.

‘Roll over, Sweetheart,’ he said. Still sleepy, I did as he asked, rolling to face away from him. I could feel his hands caressing me, massaging my back and my ass. He gently pushed my right leg forward, moved close, and took me from behind.

I moaned again as he slid into me. This was a new position for us but I was rapidly starting to like it. He couldn’t get as deep inside me, but it gave me a lot of friction and pressure against the front wall of my pussy as well as rubbing against my g-spot. Chris wrapped his right arm around me, his hand flat against my belly as he thrust gently into me. I wouldn’t have thought I could feel even closer to him than I did, and yet at this point his tenderness was doing exactly that.

My sleepy feeling was completely gone after just a few minutes as Chris took me from behind. I felt soon myself cumming again and moaned loudly. Chris kissed my ear and nibbled on my throat while he continued his thrusts. His hand caressed my belly, hip, ass, and thigh. Then, I suddenly got a wicked idea. Stretching out my arm, I just managed to grab the lube bottle from the nightstand.

Chris growled low in his throat when I reached behind me to hand it to him. Chris loves it when I let him have me anally. Truth to tell, I get into it too. His cock was already slick from our combined juices. All that was needed was a little extra slickness for me. My husband’s legs slid against mine as he thrust into my pussy, and I felt his nimble fingers slip between my cheeks to spread the wetness over my tight little asshole.

With infinite care, patience, and gentleness, he slid first one and then two fingers into me, all while never breaking the rhythmic thrusts in my pussy. I tried to help but he stopped me with a gentle hand. ‘I want to do this for you baby,’ he whispered. ‘Just relax and enjoy this.’

‘Mmmmm,’ I moaned, enjoying the attention.

Chris took his time, lubing me thoroughly, making sure I was relaxed and ready. Even knowing we both had to be up early to start our days, there was never even a hint of rushing from him. His tender ministrations continued. I don’t really know how long they lasted. I was lost in the pleasure again, the combined feelings of his cock inside me, his fingers exploring my ass, and lips kissing my neck and ears having swept me into my own world.

I was pulled back to reality when I felt him pull out of my pussy and rest the head of his cock against my crinkled little asshole. My husband gently but firmly pressed his cock in to me. I re
laxed (it wasn’t tough after all the gentle pleasure he’d been giving me.) Slowly his manhood slid in to my slippery ass, inch by tender inch. I moaned again when the full length of him came to rest inside my snug ass, and the coarse hairs on his balls tickled my sensitive pussy lips.

We stayed still for a few moments, each of us patiently waiting for me to adjust to his thickness in my ass. When I felt ready, I gently pressed my ass cheeks back against his loins. Chris responded tenderly, pulling himself halfway out, thrusting back in and holding, then withdrawing again. This gentle rhythm was deeply exciting for me. It felt so good I just moaned wordlessly.

Once I had warmed up to the penetration, I found myself pushing my ass back at him as he thrust. He was firmly in control of himself, tenderly sliding his cock in and out of me, hitting all the nerve ending just right. I came again, seeing bright lights against the backs of my eyelids.

I felt Chris adjust his position slightly, snuggling closer so that his chest pressed against my back. I reached behind me and caressed his thigh with my free hand, letting it wander over his warm skin as we made love. His breathing sped up, letting me know he was getting close. Gradually, he picked up the pace of our loving. I tilted my head over my shoulder as far as I could so we could kiss. My ass moved back to meet his thrusts almost as if it had a mind of its own. The feelings overwhelmed me, and I just babbled his name senselessly, ‘Chris, Chris, oooohhhh Chris, yes Chris!’

Chris’s hand left my belly, sliding upwards to cup my breast. He plunged deeper into me, thrusting hard. Then suddenly, he was moaning hoarsely as he shot jet after steamy jet of semen into me, filling my ass with his essence. Afterward we lay like that together. His cock slowly deflated, slipping out and allowing a little of his cum to drip free. I felt very loved, safe, and satisfied, having had both my ass and my pussy filled. Chris’s arms still held me very close. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until the harsh rasp of the alarm clock woke me at 4:30 am.

My husband was already rolling out of bed while I lay there blinking in the pre-dawn gloom. ‘You can go back to sleep for another hour, Honey,’ he said tenderly, as he pulled on his running clothes.

‘Thanks, Love, but no thanks.’ For the last few weeks I had been getting up and going with him on his 3-mile P.T. runs at least 3 days out of the week. I didn’t do it for the exercise. I did it just to be with him, and being pregnant wasn’t going to stop me…for now, anyway.

We quickly dressed in sweat suits, sneakers, scarves, and knit hats. Even with the cold of December we didn’t bother with more clothing than that. We knew we would be sweating, and that is a dangerous business in winter weather.

We did our stretches in the living room, then put on yellow reflector vests and charged out the front door. When I first started joining Chris for his runs, he had slowed his pace considerably for me. Still, I was ready to collapse after the second mile, to say nothing of a third. Over time though, it got easier. While the exercise toned my leg muscles (and gave me more energy during the day,) I did it more for the quiet time with Chris. I needed all of my breath to keep pushing my body forward, so talking wasn’t an option. I was still close to my husband though, and his nearness shored me up, reassuring me on an unconscious level that he was still here with me.

Jennifer ran everyday as well, having done it everyday since Middle School, but she preferred to use the treadmill in the basement. That was just as well, because I’m pretty sure she could have dusted both of us easily. Chris liked having changing scenery when he ran.I’m pretty sure Brad thought we were all raving lunatics for getting up before the sun to run ourselves all over the neighborhood. He preferred to use the weight bench with Chris in the evenings after dinner.

As we ran through the quiet streets of our subdivision, I enjoyed the Christmas lights on the houses we passed. Almost every house had at least a few, and they were so beautiful. I was a little sad there hadn’t been more than the lightest dusting of snow this year. It just didn’t seem like Christmas time without it, but it did make running a lot easier.

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

Fantasy
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Hero

You glanced around - it was an eerie night, with the full moon glowing brightly in the sky and shadows being lengthened to pull off a more frightening look than they usually would have. You gritted your teeth, and kept moving, though your body was tensed - this wasn't a good part of town, and you knew that because you were a guy, you would probably be beat up at the first opportunity. If you let them, of course - you were strong, standing at a good 6 feet, and though you weren't exactly...

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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 be...

2 years ago
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Indian widow 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...

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