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Shade

The rain lashed the windows of the car as it made its way down the hill. The Fortress , as the locals liked to call the hill , was the line of divide between the town and the Nocturn valley.
"I'm bored ", came a voice from the back seat. Earl , a lanky nineteen year old , was again expriencing one of his moments of restlestness. He had been the most enthusiastic when the group decided to explore the Nocturn valley and its many myths.
However , It seemed , the lack of any action had taken its toll on Earl.
" It's only 10 more miles to go , bud " , replied Jon.
Jon , the 20 yr old de facto leader of the group , held the steering wheel more firmly. He could barely see out of the wind screen. The mist was closing in on them from all sides.
" I hope the cottage survives this night " , said Gary , as another bolt of lightning streaked through the sky. Gary looked out of the window trying to make some sense of his surroundings .
Gary , was the youngest member of the group at 18 yrs of age. He had an easy going outlook towards life. Always ready for a challenge , he liked taking things as they came.
The car screeched to a halt causing Earl to fall out of his seat.
" Jon , what happened ? " said Gary
Jon pointed out of the window unable to speak.
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Puppy Love

"Charlie," I gasped as I woke.

Last night we'd spent a few hours in the bunker. Earlier in the day, my mother had called me.

She said, "I have some news."

I said, "Who died now"? We'd been having a slew of deaths in the family. I never expected her to say it was Charlie.

When she said, "Charlie." I dropped the phone. I was in Iraq. Single. No children. My dog, Charlie was dead.

He was a rescue. I remember being disappointed when I went to meet him. He was larger than I expected and he didn't seem to like me very much. Within a few days we were on the same team. If you have never lived in NYC you don't know how lonely a city full of people can be. You can never understand how much a dog can be your best friend.

I ordered take-out for two.

What was I going to come home to if it wasn't my best friend? We were going to buy a VW bug and drive around the country. Now what?
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wisc 2

I think it means that it is a miracle that we have survived so long with such idealogical differences without outright conflict. I think that we have some how created a safe haven for hatred and still survived. The listless can survive next to the inspired and motivated. Because of the inspired and motivated.

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Wandering Graduate

I'd just had too much to drink. We always covered for each other when this happened. It was easy to do, I mean, when you showed up in a bar in uniform...you were a pilot. People bought you drinks. I can clearly remember the one I should have said no to.

I called John at 5:38am to take my flight. He was on a layover and the return would have gotten him back in time for his scheduled flight. We'd done this so many times, so many times.

I was laying in bed when I felt John shaking me awake. I could see him, but it wasn't him. He was trying to tell me something. God, I was still drunk, and he kept repeating it. I had to tell someone something, it was important.

When I woke up and saw the news. I saw that I killed my friend. I had to figure out what his message was. I had to.
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