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Chapter 11: The Hero’s New Battle

The incorrect copy of this chapter was submitted before. I take full responsibility for the error.

This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental.

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I guessed that Uncle Dar really was tired. After Ellen and Nancy pushed him into his room, they came out alone. I called Janny on the intercom to tell her that he was in bed and might need some help, as he didn’t seem to be feeling well.

She and Erica showed up a few minutes later and went in. Janny came back out right away and told me to call an ambulance. She said, ‘It’s his leg. The infection is back and it’s all red and swollen. Send one of the girls to get my bag and call George too.’ With that, she went back in.

I called an ambulance right away and then told Nancy to go to Janny’s room and get her medical bag. She ran off as I paged George on the intercom to come to Uncle Dar’s room right away.

He showed up running and I told him about Dar’s leg. He immediately went into Dar’s room. I told Ellen to wait here and let the others know, and I went out to wait for the ambulance.

When the ambulance got there, I took the paramedics straight to Dar’s room. They went in and George came back out with Erica. George looked very worried and Erica was crying quietly.

I asked George, ‘How bad?’

George said, ‘Bad. The infection is back and it looks like it spread into his abdomen. He’s real sick right now. The medics took one look and called for a MAST (Medical emergency flight) flight to pick him up.’

Ellen and Nancy started crying and I did, too. Erica came over to us on the couch and held us. As we sat there, Sandra and Shelly came in.

‘What’s the matter?’ asked Shelly.

‘Uncle Dar’s leg is badly infected and he has to go to the hospital,’ said George.

Sandra said, ‘Oh no.’ She and Shelly came over to the couch with us and we huddled there together crying and watching Uncle Dar’s room.

George went out to wait for the helicopter with his spotlight to guide it in.

I told Erica, ‘I need to call Coach Coulter. She has that big van, so she can take us to the hospital.’

Erica handed me the phone, and I called the Coach. She answered right away and I told her what was happening. She said, ‘Well if it rains it pours. I’ll be right over as soon as I get dressed. How many am I hauling this time?’

‘All of us,’ I said. ‘We want to be with him at the hospital and we don’t have a vehicle big enough for all of us.’

‘I figured as much. Ok, I’ll be over in about twenty minutes so be ready.’

‘Thank you so much,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry we’ve caused you so much trouble.’

She said,’ I don’t mind the trouble, it’s just the reasons. I’d rather come over for a party. Ok, I’m gonna get dressed and get the van over there. Tell the others to be ready.’ She hung up.

I told the others, ‘Coach Coulter is coming over to take us to the hospital once we know where they’re taking Uncle Dar. She’ll take us in the van.’

Erica got up and said, ‘I’ll get a few things we’ll need while the rest of you get ready to go. Bring a change of clothes since we might be there a while.’ She went out of the room, leaving me with the other girls.

I told Sandra, ‘Go up and get some things packed for the cousin twins and get yourself packed to. Take Shelly since I don’t think the others will be much help right now.’

She nodded and grabbed Shelly and headed up stairs. I turned to the cousin twins and said, ‘I need help getting ready too. Will you?’

They got up and we went to my room. As I got ready, they helped a bit since I was still a bit wobbly and sore from my accident. When I was done, I got a few things together and put them in my daypack. While I was doing this, Ellen saw the medal Uncle Dar had given me and asked, ‘What’s this?’

I said, ‘That’s Uncle Dar’s Navy Cross. He got it for saving George’s life. He gave it to me right before we went to the carnival.’

She reached up to it, then looked at me and asked, ‘May I?’

I said, ‘Of course.’

She took it down, looked at it for a moment before turning to me, and said, ‘We’re going to lose him too. First it was our parents, and now him.’ She started crying again and hugged the box with the medal to her chest.

I walked over, hugged her. and said, ‘I don’t know. I wish I could say that he’ll be alright, but I can’t.’ I started crying again too.

Nancy hugged us both. I thought at the time that she was the only one in the world with dry eyes, but she looked so sad. I told her, ‘You two need to get ready to go, too.’ I took one of their hands in each of mine and we went upstairs.

I helped them get dressed and then we came back down. Sandra and Shelly were already waiting with a bag each and two more for the cousin twins.

I went into my room and got my bag, then we all went over to the couch and waited.

A few minutes later, George came in with two people wearing flight suits and carrying a basket-like thing. He showed them to Uncle Dar’s room and came back over to us.

‘They’re going to fly him to Harbor View in Seattle,’ he said. ‘They have him on an I.V. right now. I don’t know what he has, but Janny said that it spread fast. She doesn’t know how bad he is but she told me that Harbor View is one of the best Emergency Medical Centers on the west coast. The only one better in Washington is Madigan at Fort Lewis.’

Ellen just hugged the medal in its box tighter. I looked at Nancy and then I got up, went to Dar’s desk, and got out the rest of his medals. I didn’t know which was which except for the Purple Hearts. I put those back and took the other two over to the couch.

I told Ellen, ‘I know how much you care about him because I do, too. I’d give you that box if I could, but he wanted me to have it. But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you and Nancy hung on to these two. ‘ I handed each of them a box, and Ellen gave me mine back.

They both said, ‘Thank you.’ Both of them held on to their boxes like they were afraid to loose.

George saw what I’d done, and came over and asked to see what was in my box. I opened it and his eyes got real big. He asked me if I knew what it was, and I said, ‘Yes. It’s Uncle Dar’s Navy Cross. He gave it to me right before we went to the carnival.

George looked at it again, and then looked at the other two. He asked to see what was in them. The girls opened the boxes and he said, ‘Silver Star and a Bronze Star.’ He sat down with us and said, ‘The Navy Cross is the second highest award for bravery in the Navy and the other two are very high Army awards.’

‘I don’t know if you girls know the whole story about what happened in Iraq, so I’m going to tell you,’ George said. ‘He didn’t get the Cross for rescuing me. I think that’s what the other two are for. He got the cross because he went back to the Humvee and got a radio he had and to call for help.’

‘While he was in the Humvee, he spotted an ambush being set up to attack the patrol that was coming after us. He warned them and then he started shooting at them with a handgun. They returned fire, and pinned him down inside the Humvee. Because of this, the rescue patrol was able to locate the ambush and attacked it.’

‘He also shot the man with the rocket launcher that had first attacked us. Some time after that, he lost consciousness because of how much blood he’d lost. That’s why he almost died when we were ambushed and that’s why he got three medals for it.

‘He also got two Purple Hearts for it I didn’t find out about his going back until later. I passed out right after he got me to safety.’

‘The Navy gave him the cross for saving all of my team and the patrol. If he hadn’t gone back, they would have been ambushed and at least some if not all would have been killed. The general who gave me my award told me
about it.’

When he’d finished, I looked at him and told him about when Dar had given me the Navy Cross to keep. When I’d finished, George said, ‘Don’t you believe him about it not being important to him. He was telling you that you’re more important to him than that medal.’

I said, ‘Well he’s more important to me than this box. I’ll keep it because he wanted me to, but I’m going to tell him that he’s more important than a box with a shiny bit of metal inside.’ I looked and Nancy and Ellen and decided to do something else.

I went over to Dar’s desk again, and got out the other two boxes. I took them over to Sandra and Shelly and gave one to each of them.

I said, ‘Those are the Purple Hearts that Uncle Dar got in Iraq. When we can see him, I’m wearing this one. Will you wear the others with me? I want him to see them and know that we know what he did. I want him to know we all love him.’

They agreed and we all hung on to those little boxes. They were like a lifeline to Uncle Dar for us, I think.

It was about then that Coach Coulter came in. She was wearing some jeans and a sweatshirt. She walked over to us and asked, ‘How bad?’

George said, ‘Bad. That infection is back and it spread. They’re getting him set up and are flying him to Harbor View.’

‘Bad, then,’ she said. ‘I’ve got the van out front and I can take you all whenever you’re ready.’

George said, ‘Thanks, Meghan.’

She smiled and said, ‘You ain’t the only one that cares about that old wreck. I like him too.’

The medics and Janny came out of Dar’s room pushing him on the gurney and went straight out the door. I said, ‘I’m going to make sure the house is locked,’ and ran off to do it. We have a large house, so it took a few minutes. When I finished, I went out the front door and locked it too then turned on the security system.

I ran up to the van where everybody else was waiting and got in. George was in front and Coach Coulter was driving. Ellen and Nancy were in the first seat behind them, and Sandra, Shelly and Erica were in the next. That left room for me next to Nancy, so I sat there and buckled in.

‘Everybody ready?’ asked Coach Coulter.

We all said ‘Yes.’

She started the van and headed out. We went to the freeway and got on heading south. The traffic was light which was nice. It meant that we wouldn’t be too long getting to the hospital.

It took just under an hour for the trip all told. When we got to the hospital, we found Janny waiting in the emergency room waiting area. We all ran up to her and asked how Uncle Dar was doing.

She said, ‘They have him in emergency right now. They said that they won’t know anything until after they run tests and see how he responds to antibiotics. Other than that, I don’t know anything. We’ll just have to wait until they tell us more.’

I asked, ‘Can we go up?’

Janny said, ‘No, not until he’s stable. I know the Nurse in charge of this shift there though, so you can all go up when he’s out of danger. They won’t say anything here about your ages so don’t worry. When they say he can have visitors we all go.’

I whispered to George, ‘We need to get something to eat while we wait. I know that none of us have had anything since lunch at the mall, and Ellen and Nancy need something now.’

He said, ‘I’ll see about getting something. I don’t know this area well, but I’ll ask.’

He went over to the admitting clerk and started talking to her in a low voice. When he finished, he came back over and said ‘There’s a restaurant close by that we can all go to for dinner. We may as well since we can’t do anything here right now. The doctors have Janny’s cell number and I gave the receptionist mine so they can call if something happens. Let’s go eat.’

Ellen and Nancy both said, ‘No.’ Nancy said, ‘I don’t want to leave. I want to be here if he needs me so let me stay.’ Ellen nodded to that.

I said, ‘We haven’t eaten for hours. If you want to help Uncle Dar, you need to get some food so you don’t get sick. He needs us strong so we need to eat. Come on, I’m scared for him too, but I need food. I don’t want to leave but I’m not eating here.’

They reluctantly agreed, so we all went back out to the van and got in. George told Coach Coulter where to go, and she drove us to a small restaurant and parked. We all got out and went in.

The waitress that met us when we came in took us to a large booth next to the kitchen and gave us our menus then asked if we wanted anything to drink.

I ordered some tea, and the rest of the girls did the same. George got a cup of coffee, and so did Coach Coulter. Janny had an iced tea.

After ordering our drinks, I looked through the menu. I really wasn’t hungry but I knew I had to eat something so I ordered a hamburger and fries. I didn’t pay attention to what the others got, I just sat there and held that little box Uncle Dar had given me.

I looked around and saw the other girls holding the ones they had. We all had tears in our eyes as we thought about the person who’d earned them and what he’d done. I slipped my left hand under the table and grabbed Nancy’s hand since she was next to me. She looked at me for a second then squeezed my hand.

I was frightened and so was she. We were so scared Uncle Dar might die tonight and there was nothing I could do but wait. I’d never done anything so hard in my life as sit there and wait for a meal I didn’t want and at the same time wait for either Janny’s or George’s cell phone to ring and give us the worst. That had to be the hardest time of my life that I could remember.

When we’d finished eating, we got up and George put a tip on the table. While he went to pay the bill, the rest of us went out side to get into the van..

As we were loading up, Janny’s phone rang. She answered it and talked for a moment than said so we could all hear, ‘Thank you. We’ll be right back.’ She closed her phone and said, ‘That was the hospital. The fever’s down and he’s awake. He’s asking to see all his kids now and is very insistent. I think he’s going to be fine.’

I started crying again, and took out my box and opened it. I took out the medal and put it on. My friends did the same thing when they saw me. Then we all got into the van and waited for George to come back out.

When he came out, he was smiling so I knew he’d gotten the news too. He got into the van and we went back to the hospital. Janny took us up to the ICU ward and went to the nurse’s station and talked to the woman there for a moment then waved us over.

We followed her down the hallway to a room that she entered. We came in behind her.

Uncle Dar was in a bed surrounded by different types of equipment. He looked pale and his face was damp, but he saw us and smiled.

The five of us girls ran up to his bed and took turns hugging him. He didn’t try to move his arms, but I saw him relax as we each took a turn.

I was so happy that he was alive and awake. This was even harder than when Uncle Sammy died last year. We’d all known that he was dying and that we couldn’t help him. But Uncle Dar had been getting well and suddenly he was sick again. That was so much harder to handle than Uncle Sammy. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him. It’s just different when you know he’s going.

Uncle Dar noticed that each of us was wearing one of his medals and said in a weak voice, ‘I see someone got into my drawer. Well, they look better on you than they would on me, so keep em. I’d rather have you kids than them any day.’

Ellen answered, ‘We don’t need them. We need our Uncle Dar to get well and come home. Besides, you have a promise to keep to Nancy and me. You said you’d make sure that the state could never separate us and I’m going to hold you to that. Now you have to get well so you can keep your promise to us.’

‘That’s right,’ said Nancy. ‘You have to get well because you promised us and we’re going to make y
ou keep that promise. I’m not going home without you either.’

We all agreed to that last.

A doctor came in while we were talking, and started talking to Janny and George. When he finished and left she told us, ‘They found what caused the infection. A piece of the bullet was still in there and that’s what caused it in the first place. He said that they used a new type of x-ray and found it. They want to take it out tomorrow.’

‘After that,’ she continued, ‘they expect that Uncle Dar will be able to come home in a few days. Once they get that piece of bullet out and the infection is under control, they’ll let him go.’

A nurse came in and said, ‘It’s time to go now. He needs to rest so you have to go.

‘I’m staying,’ I said. ‘When I was in the hospital, he was there for me and now it’s my turn. I won’t leave.’

Nancy and Ellen said the same, and so did Sandra and Shelly. We weren’t leaving and if they tried to make us, they’d have five of us to deal with.

The nurse shrugged and said, ‘All right. But you have to let him rest. He’s going to have surgery tomorrow and he needs to sleep now. I’ll let you stay if you’re quiet, but if you make any noise then you’re out the door.’

We agreed.

That night, I sat next to Ellen and Nancy on one side of the bed, and Sandra and Shelly were on the other. We stayed there all night with Uncle Dar. We were still there when they came to take him to surgery the next morning. I don’t know if I slept at all, but I do know that I didn’t leave.

When they came to take him, I went with the others to a small private waiting room. We didn’t talk at all while we were there. We just watched the door and at least on my part, I prayed. It was the first time I’d done that since Uncle Sammy got sick and I’d felt that it hadn’t worked. But I didn’t have anything else I could do that would help so I did that much.

After about an hour, a doctor came in. He said that Uncle Dar was in Post Op and was doing fine. They’d gotten the bullet fragment out and had cleaned up the wound. The doctor also said that the wound should heal better this time and Uncle Dar should recover quickly.

The poor doctor got mobbed by five screaming kids all saying thank you. He left the room with a smile. I looked around and saw everybody was smiling now. I also noticed that there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

I felt dizzy after that, so I went and sat down again. The rest of the day is a blur but I do remember seeing Uncle Dar back in his bed. He looked a lot better now, and he even hugged us back a little. I was so happy about that.

I sat down in a chair, and I guess I fell asleep. I woke up in the van with Janny holding my head on her lap. When she saw that I was awake, she said that I’d fallen asleep in Uncle Dar’s room and that Coach Coulter had carried me to her van.

Janny also said that when George tried to help, she’d told him she wasn’t going to let a beat up marine take something so special and chance him dropping it. Then she’d brought me here and sat with me for a couple hours. Janny had just come out so she could go to the bathroom when I woke up.

That was something that I found hard to believe. Old Coach Coulter saying I was special? Amazing.

I thought it was her that was amazing. She bought her own school bus to use for the girls on her Cheerleaders squads, and she was the one doing most of the driving for us because she had a van big enough for five kids and three adults with a bit extra. And she was the one who did it because she wanted to. That seemed pretty amazing to me.

I thought, ‘We got to do something for her to say thank you.’ She deserved it and I thought that if we could get the whole Cheerleaders squad involved, it would be great.

I asked Janny what she thought of the idea, and she said, ‘Well I know a lot of people my age that would be interested in doing something like that. Let me talk it over with George and see what he thinks. Don’t say anything to anyone else for a bit and we’ll see.

I agreed, and asked about Uncle Dar. She said, ‘He’s doing well. They think they got all the fragments of the bullet out and that should prevent future infections. He’ll be real weak for awhile, but he should be fine now. We’ll have to keep an extra close eye on him but I don’t think he’ll have any more problems.

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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...

3 years ago
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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...

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...

1 year ago
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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...

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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...

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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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