Mark Erickson: A Fictional Narrative

“You’ve run away with a man. It’s a shame you’d carry on this way after the upbringing I’ve given to you.” He cast an eye over her shirt and pants. “I assume those belong to your gunslinger companion.”

"Nai, me and your dad were having problems way before Diego came along. Besides we have a great college lined up for you and I hear Ireland's lovely at Fall " she responds back dryly.

Fuck, “ he said, wiping sea water from his eyes, gripping the side. He noticed the grins of the soldiers around him. “Bloody Nora, Corp! Said Stanway, “ Don't get water on Alice,” he said cradling his bren close to his body. He called his bren gun Alice. Though nobody was sure

"Just so you know," he said, standing behind her now because she had already passed him. She stopped walking to hear what he had to say. "I'm not surprised. Also, I was never dating Donna. That's not how I knew her."

He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”

“What do you want Monroe? Dinner’s in the fridge. Where have you been?!" she claimed coming down the stairs with her short grey hair wrapped in a striped towel.

"So what did you bring with you, and we are going to Maxie's County Bar. You know where that is right, and you didn't hear that from me."

Zack smiled some and said, “Naw, I think I have been crazy about her for a long

"You were hitting on the guy's wife," Cass retorted matter-of-factly, his gaze never leaving the road ahead of them. "If that were me, I would've been pretty pissed too."

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.

When thinking about the neighborhood, school has to come to mind. Mr. Ellis, my third grade teacher, prided himself on educating students. No matter the problem Mr. Ellis would try to help in any way possible, which without a doubt makes Mr. Ellis my favorite teacher. An example of the undying devotion Mr. Ellis shows Other than Everett, the Capital Area Career Center was one of the best schools around Ingham. Understudies could pick any class that fit their field of study. As the understudies work through their class they can acquire school credits which can trade to Lansing Community college or Davenport just to give a couple of cases. Assignments sanctioned us to learn the required information while being able to work at our own particular

“I forgot! I need to see if Jen is still there so I can ask her out,” he

“Dean!” Cas shouted, knocking the hunter out of the way as the witch threw a flaming green ball in their direction.

“Yeah, did you see her tats? She’s got a wild side, you know what I mean,” he said nodding at the guy next to him, who nodded back with a grin.

Get your heard in the game.” I flipped my hair over the couch and groaned. I sighed, and then frowned, deciding to do a stupid thing.