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One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Later that night, I was comforting Vinyl at the news she and I got today. We were lying in bed together, our bodies pressing up against each other as we held each other close; I caressed the area around her eyes, trying to help her sleep, hoping that it would dwindle the tension she had within

Vinyl and I sat inside the carriage while Dusty placed the boxes in the mini-cart that was attached to it. Right now, thunderheads rolled in, painted the sky irony grey. Within minutes, rain came pouring down, the hiss of the raindrops swelling my ears.

We got out of the car and the second I shut the door out came the Lopez family. She said to me “Theres no way in this entire world that I could do to repay you for raising this money to keep my family safe in a home that has secure walls and a door with a lock on it.” “Here i find myself thinking that if anyones life is going to be changed, its mine, and I'm so grateful for this opportunity” I replied. As the day goes on children from all over the community are coming over to the house begging us to play soccer with them, braid there hair, and take pictures with them. My heart was filled with so much joy Putting so much hard work into something and being able to say that not only did your hard work pay off for yourself, but it paid off for

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

"Dom would be so proud of you, Lottie," Frankie said as Charlie took her seat, leaning against the platinum blonde male, her head on his shoulder lightly. Energy, adrenaline, emotion all swam through her veins like liquid fire, leaving her shaken. Add in thinking she'd seen Eric - a thought confirmed mere moments later - and she was left shaken. Would he ask her at work? Would he ask after her brother and learn why she was so committed to their cause? Would he ask and care? Would he care at all. Charlie nodded and looked up at Frankie, smiling softly, "Maybe, but it's hard to be proud when you're not here."

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night.

"I love you, Tori, and I'm going to die. I'll be okay, but I want to know that you'll be okay.

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

She was glad when she rounded the corner and saw her apartment building. She was sad, too, though that was an emotion that lay underneath her gladness. She wanted to get away from this mysterious man because he seemed to have an ability to probe deep inside of her and extract things she never would’ve normally shared in a situation like this; and she wanted to stay with him for the same reason. She never got to share herself like this. Her mind was a civil war in that moment.

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

She really had the full package put together. Face, body, brains and she came from money, a lot of it. Her hourglass curves complemented by her long, straight dirty blonde hair that fell just below her shoulder blades. Everything about starting the day right now felt so wrong. I could feel her heat beating slowly in rhythm with my own. Almost like it was my natural way of responding to her presence. This was the first time I have ever felt that butterfly feeling that everyone always talks about when falling in love, even though I don’t really believe any of that stuff. The sensation of her cuddled up next to me, pressing her body as close to mine as physically possible, caused all of my worries about the day to disappear just like that. There was no place that I would rather be.