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Submitted to Contest #291
Star Fish One A child's fate was in limbo, and every choice I made from this point on was crucial. Let me start from the beginning and a miraculous sequence of events that put the US in possession of the minor infant. When I first stepped into that room, it was the first time I had put a face to evil. But after a miraculous sequence of events, the US Marines had an injured infant who would later be known as the baby in the box. After Sergeant Denny yelled, "Surrender or prepare to die!" as ordered, we entered a room somewhere in Afghanistan....
Submitted to Contest #33
I pulled out two plates and placed the eggs in the center of the plate, then set the buttered toast on either side like I had been doing for the last 30 some odd years. I grabbed the silverware and napkins and carried everything into the bedroom for Ruth. She lived there and only left the space for her twice a year doctor visits. I was able to get a flat-screen television last year for her to watch comfortably from her bed. The TV trays that we ate our meals on were put away in the closet after every meal so that I co...
Submitted to Contest #27
For Just A Moment I was tired of all the fighting. I just left the office of the mediator, and once again, my soon to be ex-wife had decided not to show up with my kids. No one loved those kids more than I did, and it was killing me that I hadn't seen them in almost three months. What was she telling them about me? Knowing how mad she had been when she wrote the note, her she was probably painting me as the bad guy, the one that couldn't make time for his kids. I just needed to hold all three of them in my arms. It had been too long, three m...
Submitted to Contest #12
I had grown up in Wrigley Ville as it was referred to by the locals. My family and I lived in Waveland, just across from the ballpark itself. I loved sports, but baseball was my passion, and living in this area only fueled my love of the game. I ran around with a group of boys, mostly good kids. There were a few that had started hanging out with us; they were older and had a rougher attitude. I was only thirteen, one of the youngest in the group, and I was teased by the newer guys when the others were...
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