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SomeGuy On The Web

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Send Our Girls to Orlando: All-Sports Fundraiser, Friday @ 5:30 PM

SomeGuy On The Web

12:13 PM, Thursday, December 17th “Ugh! Caroline, this is NOT what I signed up for!”Caroline’s muffled reply came from under the large wooden desk, likely original to the old school. “They aren’t my texts, Madeline.”A just-too-loud metal ting leapt out from under the desk like a cat in an alley. Madeline startled, then slunk deeper into the empty secretary’s office, ducking just behind the drawn window shade of the heavy wooden door.“I’ve got the key. Do you want to leave? We can leave, then.”“Ugh… That’s not what I said. How did you get int...

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Send Our Girls to Orlando: All-Sports Fundraiser, Friday @ 5:30 PM

SomeGuy On The Web

12:13 PM, Thursday, December 17th “Ugh! Caroline, this is NOT what I signed up for!”Caroline’s muffled reply came from under the large wooden desk, likely original to the old school. “They aren’t my texts, Madeline.”A just-too-loud metal ting leapt out from under the desk like a cat in an alley. Madeline startled, then slunk deeper into the empty secretary’s office, ducking just behind the drawn window shade of the heavy wooden door.“I’ve got the key. Do you want to leave? We can leave, then.”“Ugh… That’s not what I said. How did you get int...

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Send Our Girls to Orlando: All-Sports Fundraiser, Friday @ 5:30 PM

SomeGuy On The Web

Submitted to Contest #336

12:13 PM, Thursday, December 17th“Ugh! Caroline, this is NOT what I signed up for!”Caroline’s muffled reply came from under the large wooden desk, likely original to the old school. “They aren’t my texts, Madeline.”A just-too-loud metal ting leapt out from under the desk like a cat in an alley. Madeline startled, then slunk deeper into the empty secretary’s office, ducking just behind the drawn window shade of the heavy wooden door.“I’ve got the key. Do you want to leave? We can leave, then.”“Ugh… That’s not what I said. How did you get into...

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Send Our Girls to Orlando: All-Sports Fundraiser, Friday @ 5:30 PM

SomeGuy On The Web

12:13 PM, Thursday, December 17th “Ugh! Caroline, this is NOT what I signed up for!”Caroline’s muffled reply came from under the large wooden desk, likely original to the old school. “They aren’t my texts, Madeline.”A just-too-loud metal ting leapt out from under the desk like a cat in an alley. Madeline startled, then slunk deeper into the empty secretary’s office, ducking just behind the drawn window shade of the heavy wooden door.“I’ve got the key. Do you want to leave? We can leave, then.”“Ugh… That’s not what I said. How did you get int...

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Mission Log: Day 36

SomeGuy On The Web

Submitted to Contest #316

Star Command, this is Captain Travis, I have Zurg’s ship in my crosshairs.We read you, Captain, you’re our only hope! James, cover my back! The cockpit erupted with flashing reds lights and blaring alarms. James, do you read me, James? No use; his wing man wasn’t there. He took the yoke and started dodging the lasers! Then a blast rocked his fighter and the boy’s body was jerked sideways. He hit the ground hard. Wood chips clung to his arms; his yellow mask lay limp in the playground mulch. But the fall didn’t hurt his arms as much as it did...

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The Hunter and the Hound

SomeGuy On The Web

Submitted to Contest #314

This story contains graphic depictions of military violence and allusions to suicide and implications of PTSD. Orion hunts | Hound a ‘heelBow drawn | Tip of steel Scorpio stalks | Hunter takes aimCreature from hell | Extinguish the flame Scorpio slinks | Back to SheolLoyal hound | Scorched in soul Unleashed, untethered | Master slainAll in her path | Feel the pain Sirius ascends | Dog Days beginHer world stripped bare | An inferno within All summer long | Rage burns fierceReprieve only comes | If the grave he does pierce ***SpringThe Hunt O...

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The Hunter and the Hound

SomeGuy On The Web

Submitted to Contest #314

This story contains graphic depictions of military violence and allusions to suicide and implications of PTSD. Orion hunts | Hound a ‘heelBow drawn | Tip of steel Scorpio stalks | Hunter takes aimCreature from hell | Extinguish the flame Scorpio slinks | Back to SheolLoyal hound | Scorched in soul Unleashed, untethered | Master slainAll in her path | Feel the pain Sirius ascends | Dog Days beginHer world stripped bare | An inferno within All summer long | Rage burns fierceReprieve only comes | If the grave he does pierce ***SpringThe Hunt O...

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They Think I’m the Bad Guy

SomeGuy On The Web

Submitted to Contest #313

"The family will be there at 10:30." Helen continues brushing Emily's hair with rhythmic efficiency. Emily’s whimpers of pain steadily grow less subtle with each clinical brush stroke. "Emily has her appointment with the agency today and I'm not going to take Sofia. So, you'll need to take her too.""No, I know. It'll be fine. The Jacksons will have Travis. Sofia will be fine with me. I have my call with John, but that is all I am waiting for today.""TRAVIS! STOP!" I turn just in time to watch the flower-dressed Sofia dash past the rails of t...

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