Agent Lewis: A Short Story

For those who don’t know Lewis Howard Latimer you missed out on a lot. One the greatest inventors that no one really talks about, he was in Chelsea, Massachusetts, on September 4, 1848, whose parents had fled slavery. He was the youngest out of four children born to George and Rebecca Latimer.

Dictating, waiting, How my future may unravel, My heart sinks as the judge pounds the gavel, The judge hits the gavel- one... two... three- The jury cries out, "Guilty! Guilty!

1. Title: “The Great Divorce”, written by C.S. Lewis, signifies that the greatest divorce is for man to choose to separate himself from the Lord, by choosing evil over good. 2. Biographical Sketch: C.S. Lewis was a prolific Irish writer, also a scholar, who was best known for his Christian texts.

Hello! I am a PhD candidate from Department of History, Carnegie Mellon University. Since this spring, I have been working on my dissertation tracing the repatriation and identification of American soldiers missing in the Korean War. I am writing this letter to seek your support to my research by learning some stories during your trip to North Korea in 1994.

Obviously - it's 2015, people get offended by anything and everything. That doesn't make it actually insulting, though; sometimes it's just that you, my friend, take things a tad too seriously and should maybe consider loosening up a tad. Just a tip. Also, most of Larries do not "go out of their way" to prove anything; most are simply keeping their eyes open, looking at the bigger picture and seeing the small, tiny clues the guys give. Granted, there are those who, like I've said, write "Larry" under all their tweets and I'm not saying that's particularly nice or necessary; more like pretty annoying and, for sure, unnecessary. I also find it wrong how some send dirty fan fiction and fanart to them and their family members, because none of them

“Would you rather have me living in hideouts the rest of my life, always on the run?” Johnny asked Dally seriously. They were in the car on the way back to the church, and Johnny was gettin’ on Dally’s nerves. He opened his mouth to answer but nothin’ came out when he saw the disaster.

I woke up in a hurry. Groaning and wiping away the bit of dribble that dared leave my mouth...I cautiously opened my eye.

Simon was a young man who lived in a small town called Doverville. He was 19 and enjoyed his job as a construction worker on the railroad. One hot summer day, a rich and powerful man named Cornelius Benedict moved into town. He started buying up all the land. Everyone called the man ‘Corny’ behind his back. Eventually Corny had bought up all the land around town. He stopped the railroad from getting built. Simon was left without a job.

In 2012, I was 8 and my brother (Caiman) was 11, my mom told us that we are going to move from Clio to Linden. That wasn’t the worst part, but it still hit me hard. I got really mad and upset so I asked, “when?” and she said “when we find a house we like and can afford”. We looked at houses online and there was a lot of houses we liked, well my parents liked it anyway. We narrowed it down to a few houses and looked at them in person. I still didn’t want to move.

“You would be surprised, most men blame themselves, and some men are just happy you’re with them, they kind of understand they are paying for your company. They know it’s a lot of competition out there and they want to be the winner per say, but I have had a few stalkers in my day”

The mysterious man spoke in a sinister tone. "What about to tell you is classified by the agency, but then again you won't live long enough to expose the truth. Have you ever wondered why the world ended in a nuclear war, but couldn't remember that faithful day? Well, my kind came to your world to offer a trade. A source of unlimited. You see, we can't survive without a host, but humanity is determined to annihilate us once they got what they needed. At the end, war broke out, but your government refuse defeat and use the only weapon capable of destroying us. We managed to prevail and used to remaining survivor as our vessel. Others well be keep alive, but their memories will be wipe out."

Louis woke to the stench of alcohol burning the hairs in his nostrils. The dull ache in his head reminded him that this was the first day that he had been sober in days. The blaring red numbers on the alarm clock read 2 a.m. Louis hadn’t slept in nights. A heavy groan left Louis’s thin pink lips that were as dry as the desert. Louis sat on the edge of the filthy mattress covered in cigarettes and beer cans. The sneakers sat next to the bedside table, hoping that today was the day that he would finally where them. He laced up each shoe, and made his way to the balcony. The gentle breeze tugged at his fragile pale skin that would be cracked if the black ink that covered his skin wasn’t like a band aid. His mind raced back to the mornings

It could be said of Layla Simon that she was a survivor. At the age of twenty eight, she was the last member of her immediate family who remained alive.

The year is 2024. A man by the name of Harvey Landry, who is 44 years of age drives through the busy morning streets of Honolulu, Hawaii to work a long day at Tropical Ninja Corp. Harvey is the owner of this company. He’s a tall, classy, gentlemen with sleek black hair and a magnificent body.

The phone rings and as always, it is Mr. McCarthy. The good news, since there is always some kind good news is that he has another long night, something big is going on at the company. I can head back to the house and finally finish reading that book that has been sitting there collecting dust for quite some time. As I drive, I wonder if this night will involve liquor, like the last few times he worked late. I’ll better be by my phone, I sure I’ll get a call at the middle of the night.