Mark Blunt: A Short Story

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

This adventure of Taylor Darrington. It all started in the summer of 2014 she went to a cross country practice. She thought it was the worst thing ever! The day she went the coach informed everyone that they were going on a "long run"out in the desert sand. Being her first time running in a few years it was really hard and difficult. That day she decided not to run. The following year, her friends Mitchell and Macey invited her to go again, but she absolutely did not want to go. Although one day they finally convinced her to go, so she did, and she loved it. So she decided to start going every day she decided she wanted to run that school year. Her first race was crazy, she didn't realize how out of shape she was until she finished with a bad

Maybe you think New York Mets pitcher Matt Harvey hit rock bottom last week when he stood in front of his home crowd at Citi Field and proceeded to get thrashed by the division rival Washington Nationals to the tune of nine runs (six earned) in just 2.2 innings. Then, the Dark Knight of Gotham stepped on the mound this week with a chance at redemption against the Nats, only to get knocked around again, allowing three home runs and five earned runs in 5.0 innings. The Nationals won both games, which were never close. So, maybe Harvey has hit rock bottom, or maybe he’ll get clobbered again in his next scheduled start. Multiple beat reporters tweeted that the Mets were not going to skip a Harvey start, demote, or place Harvey on the designated

It all started in 1986 in the small city of Fort Dodge, IA. Mark Block, now a 49 year young man, and a former track and cross country standout. He was driving his car when all of a sudden an accident occurred and he lost control and went off into an embankment and brutally flipped his car. It was a near-fatal car accident that should've killed him if it wasn’t for the grace of God. God wasn’t ready for him to pass and had a plan for him, a plan that would not just change the course of his life but in the process help others along the way.

Dan Howell was often considered the life of the party ever since freshman year. Some people found it charming the way that he would dress, talk and party, others found it distasteful and wild. That didn't matter though, all that mattered to him at the moment was the party that he was at and the drink in his hand. Luckily they had plenty of Dan's favorite drink, willing him to stay at the party longer even when it started to fade out. Right when Dan was about to walk out, his cup in hand someone pulled him back in to play seven minutes in heaven. Not a bad group of people, he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the group of people who were playing. Dan was impressed when he saw Phil Lester sitting right across from him with a smug expression

In the summer of 2015, we went to a garden tractor pull at Rich Hill. That was a great day. It all started because my dad’s friend, David Harreld, had gotten surgery on his ankle and couldn’t pull. He had his son with him and he came up to me and asked, “Hey little girl, are you pulling?”

After spending five years in prison, and living away from his family for another three, JACK SUTTON knew it was time to go home. He needed to do so. He needed to finish healing and learn to live again, instead of just existing. A fight in a bar brought GARRETT MARSDEN into his life. He was a doctor and one willing to make a discreet to the motel where Jack waited, unable to go home and needing to stay off the radar of the local authorities.

Jonathan Smith tasted soot: not an unusual experience. He bit off another piece of the bread he was chewing on and swallowed it down, ignoring the burning at the back of his throat. It was not such a difficult task when one had as much practice as Jon. He reached over and grabbed his bottle of water. He emptied its contents into his throat, the last of the day’s supply. He really should be getting home - his shift was almost over. Jon looked around, seeing the inside an old hanger, a dark cavernous space that made him feel the size of an ant. He examined the workers around him, their eyes all focused on their own rations, all of them strangers to him - all Weathermen, although the definition of that term had changed over the years. Weathermen were never allowed to get to

Scott Parker had lived through a lot of shit. That was to be expected, after working for the Federal Bureau of Investigations for over thirty years. This week though... God, this week had been, without a doubt, the worst week of his life. In the span of days, two of his best agents, his friends, had been blown up, their funerals had been conducted, and he'd been not so subtlety prompted to retire. Scott was nearly sixty, but he was still in prime shape. Physically, at least. Psychologically... thinking back to the funeral of Chang and LaRoche only yesterday, he wondered if retirement really was the way to go.

I felt my eyes open and I heard a loud buzzing noise, I realized I was in a plane. I tried to sit up but I felt tied and sleepy I never knew why. I finally had enough strength to sit up, I saw someone hovering over me. It was the person who was at my door, I quickly took a glance at my body I was wearing jeans and a shirt I never remember wearing this. The person standing over me finally said something and it was like he knew what I was going to say “Sir you are on one of are any aircraft we are heading to England we are going to drop you of and you are a spy ready to head straight into that country”, “but sir I never agreed to such thing” I replied. “We know but you are under military control and we can make you do anything”, he replied.

Philip Malloy was a 9th grader and a good student. Until, he was suspended for singing the national anthem. With the help of the media, it spread rapidly. If only they knew the full story. If this case went to court I believe this case would win in the schools favor.

Mark Shepard was a fantastic investigator-- best in the biz’, so to speak. However, his cadence in relation to matters of the law made him a terrible detective. But the Phoenix City Police Department was lucky to have him, because he was one of the few people on the force that would take on a superhuman without even blinking. Maybe he had balls, maybe he had a death wish- all he knew was the job.

The next day I got out of bed and started to brush my long red locks. When my phone started to buzz, it was a text from the Miss. Raliff, which stated…

My brother and I started an upcoming art company. We are looking to recruit artist. Particularly we are looking for manga/comic artist at this time.

Mya met up with John MCcain who works for fleeca/Gruppe and off his truck shift he started one a Vangelico's with her as stand in security. A customer came in looking for new ear stud and as she was attending two "Dectectives walked in." Mya, unsuspecting, showed two detective looking people to Vangelico's small security room in which all camera footage was recorded digitally, the woman pulled out a stun gun and tased mya knocking her to the ground and the accompanying man tied her up . Mya heard shouting from outside the small security room it seemed like a big stand off was going on outside, then she heard a vehicle speed off. She should have been smarter about the situation asking to see badges