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The gravel in the alley cut deep wounds in my feet, leaving bloodstained footprints in the settling dust. But I couldn’t stop now, not with the King himself behind me. I shouldn’t have stolen that da** sword. I thought angrily as I turned... (more »)

We were in the hands of our usual enemies, but this tribe was smaller. Nonetheless, there was little hope. They laughed and joked and stared at us in awe. Their eyes were wide with excitement and their taunting smiles made my juices run cold. They... (more »)

Catori was the name my mother and father had given me. They said that when I was born the wind blew hard and the moon was full. They said that my screams filled the valley and scared the dear. I can’t imagine why such a name would be given to... (more »)

I have been raised to be the perfect end to a man's life. I have been brought up to be a dignified assassin. I have been told to be beautiful in my work, to take pride in it. I have been drilled with the idea that what I do is... (more »)

The only sound I know is a car horn. An angry, violent car horn. Beeping mercilessly until all sound stopped for me. Not the most pleasant sound I guess, but it’s all I’ve got. It’s my music. Kinda like that song you can’t get out of... (more »)

So you wanna know what happened to good ole Reiben after the war. After he went home. Well it's obvious, isn't it? He went on to be someone real special. Now who am I? I'm that guy you always hear talking up in the sky. You know... (more »)

Wilbur awoke to a night owl’s hooting and leapt out of his twin-size bed, eager to begin his annual Black Friday bargain hunting. He donned his favorite “I Love My Dalmatian” shirt and savored a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios at a table set for... (more »)

Life, who the he** needs it? Depression, humiliation, misunderstood, hated. I can’t stand the sight of myself. I stay, locked away in my dark room. No one bothers me, no one understands me, trapped in my mind of constant doubt. I can’t escape,... (more »)

When and how do you confront a liar? The timing is crucial. You have to be prepared, and know what to say and when to say it. You can’t show that you are about to accuse him. Yet you have to make it clear that there is a problem. Don’t smile... (more »)

“Tell me what happened,” he pleaded. I knew every grueling detail, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell. “You have to trust me,” Detective Romano said. Detective Romano was a tall man he had a voice like thunder. His head was very similar... (more »)