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"Run! Run! Run! Come on hurry up testing is in less then a week and I expect all of your to pass! Even you Mei Gui! Knees up run! " I hurry up glaring at the Gym instructor wondering why the heck I even tried.
"It! Is! Rose!" I yell as I catch the foot ball and fail at throwing it back. The guy that was my partner scowls as he picks it up and throws it

hard against my head. I bounce back slamming into the floor from the impact. Darn it, I should have been looking at him instead of the stupid Instructor. Whatever, I hear the whistle blare shaking me up to a sitting position as the guy who had just hit me sulked off to the dressing room. I shake my head laying my hand on the tender side of my face as the Instru...

Friendship is not as simple to describe a relationship between two or more friends. It is something more than it. Friendship is a beautiful relationship of souls. Sometimes, it even describes the difference between the friend and the best friend. It is a combination of love, care and trust.

One such story defines Aditya's Friendship world. Being a

talented and good lad, he was liked by many students of his age. He used to help others in way or the other. He was also in the Basket Ball team of his school, so he was known by many other students. He was always ready to share his food, sorrow, happiness with the one whom he considered his great friends. Aditya's thought was that, he had the most powerful and b...

It was a breezy midsummers day. The sky was clear and the air warm. It was unusual for rain on a day like this, but thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Mama, we gonna get rain?" my son asked me.

"I don't know, sugar, it sure sounds like it." I replied, stroking his hair.

We both sat on the porch swing looking out into the open dessert. Our small town

was just one in a line of towns dotted across Arizona. We weren't settling here of course. We would stay just long enough for my husband to come back with some gold from California. We would be rich soon, and not have to ever go back to Virginia. Maybe we would stay on the west coast and live in a city. At least that's what I was supposed to believe.

I f...

Down there is the city. Here, on the hill overlooking it, the shimmering lights and steady buzz of the city traffic come with a lag and somewhat subdued.
On the gentle slope of the hill lay prostrate a boy and a girl. They both stare up at the billion twinkles above them.

The eyes of the girl scan the night sky, trying to discern something.

“I

don’t see anything”, she says.

The eyes of the boy are fixed on a spot up there, in the endless. Whatever he sees in the starry endlessness mesmerizes him.

“Look really, really carefully”, the boy whispers in a while.

We follow the boy’s line of sight and we rise and ascend deeper, further into the cosmos...amidst planets...through galaxies an...

The fall didn't hurt, but the landing sure did. It must have been twenty feet. Maybe thirty. My ankles hurt. They weren't broken, I thought. Probably just sprained. I could move them but not enough to walk on. It was dark down here. And humid. Maybe there was water close by? I didn't hear any running water, but perhaps there was a lake? Even a puddle would

be okay. I just had to find it, and with no light, or feet to walk on, that was going to be tough.
Food would be nice too. I didn't know how long I had been there. I couldn't see much light. The hole I fell through was angled steeply. It was more like a tunnel, or a burrow than a hole.
That got my imagination running. What if this was a trap set by some h...

He runs down the corridor, lush carpet thick and soft under his feet, the fragile decorations trembling under his steps.

“Jack, be careful!” his mother calls out. “Stop running so quickly and don’t hurt yourself!”

He skids to a halt at the end of the corridor and turns around, pouting. “I’m not gonna hurt myself. I’m a man,” he

declares.

His mother chuckles and his father says, “Yes, our Jack is all grown up now!” as they walk to join their son. “So you must protect Daisy also.”

The girl pokes her head out from behind her mother, secretly making a face. The boy stifles laughter and nods gravely. “Of course, Father.”

“Ah, I almost forgot,” the man says. The boy wa...

I can't say that everything was completely normal.

I spotted him from across the street, sitting there at the corner table, in front of the restaurant, his back to the window, eyes moving as though he was always on the look out.

I always thought it was kind of cute, the way his eyes narrowed and flitted here and there - like a meerkat. Like one of

those cute meerkats that keeps a look out while his friends are eating. I thought it was just a tick, or a twitch.

I looked right and left and crossed behind a taxi that blared its horn at me for no reason. That's when he spotted me. I caught his eye and he beckoned me over quickly, his smiled flashing only for a moment before it faded from his lips.

'I...

"Most assuredly, I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God; and those who hear will live. For as the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the Son to have life in Himself, and has given Him authority to execute judgement also, because He is the Son of Man. Do not marvel at this; for the hour is

coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth -- those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation."

Mick spat on the ground at the words. 'Can't believe preachers are still peddling that crap. We're twenty years into this goddamn war, and there ain't no ...

It was midday when things started going wrong.

There was no break in the cicadas’ cacophonous choir. The little creek kept bubbling and singing its song.

In the height of summer, time was almost at a standstill in the small town of Saundale. The humidity weighed everything down like molasses. Even the screech of brakes and angry honking of cars were

muffled.

Despite the dust, it was quite peaceful.
The world was just slightly off kilter. In the humidity was a tension, an anxious itch.

Anders huffed, trying to get the waistband of his pants over his beer belly. But his fingers were clumsy today and the belt just would not clasp. His gut told him something was wrong. He felt a little panicked. W...

A fantasy begins with a legend.

This particular legend says that people from all tribes lived in harmony with each other and with the energy in the air. The energy glowed like liquid gold and one could see flashes of it like rainbows after rain. Everyone was able to take control of it, but there was only peace. No one looked down on one another for

different levels of power and no one took advantage of their skill.
All was well.

But then a man began using the energy to do harm. He relished in the newfound power that he could acquire with the energy. And these dark thoughts quickly spread like a virus through the peoples of Aislandia. The continent was overtaken by chaos, the ancient civilization fallin...

'You shouldn't be here.' He said quietly, looking up from his position at the console.

'I, uh, I got lost.' He muttered back, hand still tight around the handle.

Mother always said it was curiosity that killed the cat, but he just had to see.

The man smiled and slowly pushed his glasses back up his nose. 'You expect me to believe that? You got lost

down four miles of tunnels? Who are you?'

'I'm sorry, I just-' He began, wondering whether he could slam the door and sprint the distance to the exit before they caught up with him. He didn't think so.

'So?' The man continued. Despite being interrupted, he didn't seem especially perturbed. Errol was frozen. Planted in place, locked under the gaze of th...

It all begins in a stylish bedroom, where trophies and awards can be seen in the background. A redhead beautiful lady is laying in bed, while the sunshades fall directly on her soft skin.
Jessica wakes up in a sunny day. She opens her eyes and smiles. "Today will be a great day!" she whispers. She starts dressing, but her clothes look a lot different than

what a women would wear. She puts on a racing suit, she takes her helmet and keys then walks out the door.
She opens the garage and uncovers a sportscar, hidden under a black curtain. It's a Skoda Fabia S2000, with sponsor stickers all over it. She opens the door, sits in the car and turns the engine on. A beautiful exhaust noise comes out, delighting her ea...

Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen very peacefully together; they had twelve children, all boys. Now the King said to the Queen one day,

"If our thirteenth child should be a girl the twelve boys shall die, so that her riches may be the greater, and the kingdom fall to her alone."

Then he caused twelve coffins to be made; and they were filled

with shavings, and a little pillow laid in each, and they were brought and put in a locked-up room; and the King gave the key to the Queen, and told her to say nothing about it to any one.

But the mother sat the whole day sorrowing, so that her youngest son, who never left her, and to whom she had given the Bible name Benjamin, said to her,

"Dear moth...

It was the middle of winter, and the snow-flakes were falling like feathers from the sky, and a queen sat at her window working, and her embroidery-frame was of ebony. And as she worked, gazing at times out on the snow, she pricked her finger, and there fell from it three drops of blood on the snow. And when she saw how bright and red it looked, she said to

herself, "Oh that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the embroidery frame!"

Not very long after she had a daughter, with a skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony, and she was named Snow-white. And when she was born the queen died.

After a year had gone by the king took another w...

There was once a wonderful musician, and he was one day walking through a wood all alone, thinking of this and that: and when he had nothing more left to think about, he said to himself,

"I shall grow tired of being in this wood, so I will bring out a good companion."

So he took the fiddle that hung at his back and fiddled so that the wood echoed.

Before long a wolf came through the thicket and trotted up to him.

"Oh, here comes a wolf! I had no particular wish for such company," said the musician: but the wolf drew nearer, and said to him,

"Ho, you musician, how finely you play! I must learn how to play too."

"That is easily done," answered the musician, "you have only to do exactly as I tell yo...

There was once an old King, who, having fallen sick, thought to himself, "This is very likely my death-bed on which I am lying."

Then he said, "Let Faithful John be sent for."

Faithful John was his best-beloved servant, and was so called because he had served the King faithfully all his life long. When he came near the bed, the King said to

him,

"Faithful John, I feel my end drawing near, and my only care is for my son; he is yet of tender years, and does not always know how to shape his conduct; and unless you promise me to instruct him in all his actions and be a true foster-father to him, I shall not be able to close my eyes in peace."

Then answered Faithful John, "I will never forsake him, and w...