Mulhoney: A Short Story

As we approached the Marine base and as I exited the crisp cold air hit me like a blizzard. Then we went inside and we sat a little, for registration and again I sat right next to Jessica. After registration we prepared our clothes and our bunks and went to

Casey stood on the veranda overlooking the gardens enjoying the quietness of the evening. The fragrance coming from the roses climbing up the columns wafted through the night air, their subtle perfume pleasing and familiar. She had cut her work back to part-time wanting to enjoy this pregnancy. She spent time working in the garden, taking long walks, and relaxing on the veranda.

I pushed my bangs back from my face as I tapped lightly on the back door of my new job, Egg & I. I had been a server before at Cracker Barrel, which was twice the size of this new job and open much later as well, so I wasn’t worried about my last day of training before I was put on the floor by myself. One of the cooks opened the door for me and I muttered a shy ‘thank you’ before walking toward the computer to sign in. I slowed down as my eyes landed on the herd of servers huddled around my boyfriend of five years, DJ. He had gotten a job at Egg & I two weeks before me and, after telling me at length how much better this job would be than Cracker Barrel, I applied and immediately got the job.

Henceforth, after all of the formalities and introductions were made everyone piled into the limo and they traveled in silence to the Wall and they walked together down the length of it, stopping at the names of the men they knew and giving a silent prayer for each one of them. It was when Jackson stopped in front of one name in particular and put his right hand on the gleaming black wall next to it before bowing his head everyone stopped and the raw emotion could be felt and seen on Jackson’s face. Jackie recognized the name beside his hand and placed her hand on his shoulder just ahead of Mangus placing his hand beside hers because the name next to his hand was James D. MacKenzie Jr., Jackson’s older brother. So everyone backed off to allow Jackson to have his private moment with his brother and the two people he was the closest to, Jackie and Mangus. Even when Jackson went down on one knee to light a candle in front of the panel, not only in remembrance of his brother, but of all the men he served with in Vietnam who never came home, their hands remained.

As I sat alone at my small table for two, I looked at my watch and noted the time of 12:10pm. As I glanced at the menu I slowly began scanning the dining area. As I suspected the lunch crowd was pretty full and I counted 36 customers in the dining area. My waiter arrived at my table and introduced himself. His name was Tony, although I am sure his full name was Anthony. He was average height, slim build, olive complexion, and dark hair. He was very polite and asked if I would like a drink before ordering and after my response he turned and retrieved my beverage. When he returned he asked if I need a few minutes to look over the menu and I responded that I did. Before leaving, he proceeded to tell me the lunch specials for the day and even made a recommendation. I thanked him as he turned and walked away.

Being a retired marine general, Magus hoped if the situation arose it would give him some leeway with the cops if he needed it. So taking the lead of the little convoy, Mangus stayed under the speed limit as he led the way to the ranch with Jason following in a couple of days by air. Once on the road, they made good time to Logan, Utah where Mangus rented two rooms because he didn’t want Jackson sleeping in the van or scrunched up in the Bronco. Along the way, to keep the scrutiny to a minimum he told the desk clerk Jackson was his son and the men worked for him at his ranch, which was the truth, just not all of it. The farther north they traveled, the colder it became and if Jackson was cold in San Diego, he would be freezing in Utah in the

The beautiful woman had brought me to her home it was small and cute in a way it made me feel great to see this home in such a dark scary place though i still felt uneasy she seemed nice but so did the flower.Though i saw the house it was still very far

No disrespect meant to The Magnificent Muraco by his inclusion on this list. Don Muraco was one of the top heels in just about every promotion in the 70’s and 80’s including WWF, Mid-Atlantic, Georgia Championship Wrestling and New Japan.​

The Corey family got Mister Mosely when the boy was just three years old. Mister Mosely was a special dog, it’s not because he knew how to do a trick ( which wasen’t very good ). He is special because he fits in with the Corey Family and he has a big heart right in the middle of his chest! When Mister Moe, Mister Mosely, was a puppy he used to make heaps of puddles ( that’s how come they got the NO DOGS INSIDE rule ). When Mister Mosely was a puppy he was smaller than the other dogs! Now he is big in size and he has huge paws! Amelia, the daughter, did terrible things to Mister Moe ; like climb on him, pull his ears, dressing him up, and also put tons of glitter on him! That wasn't anything, one day she got permanent markers and drew

As Bluzette walked out of the front door, the cold October wind hit her like a slap on the face. She checked her phone. It read 7:33. She was going to the small carnival across town. “Do you have your money Bluezette?” Her mom called. She really didn't mind if she was out late. She let her have that kind of freedom.

I stretched out after spending what seemed like an eternity in such a small place. We had made it to a reservation in the middle of nowhere, South Dakota. The next week would be spent fixing doors for a house filled with endless sick, stray animals, replacing broken windows, and repairing the foundation of a hoarder's house upon

It was a normal day, when suddenly someone same asking for job, but our boss didn't want to accepted him because he was a greenhorn. I accepted to help him by holding the spike for him. That day I began to work with him.

Power stood on this land as she stood upon thigh land. Her power, through was not for the use of good. She brought evil wherever she goes. Leaving a nasty trail of destruction and pain in her pathes. She is a dark women, completely dressed in black and ice cold thru and thru. Some would call her dark one, because no one dared to speak her name. Her hair was as dark as her sole, her skin pale as those she had infested with her destruction. Her evil brought much torture and sorrow for what seems forever to this land. She is one of two immortal beings that live among the land of Murdock.

The was once a world above worlds some say it was the one that created but that’s not quite how it was made you see there was once a tiny little god and he loved to play with marbles he had so many different colors his favorite colors were bright yellow, gray, pale yellow, reddish brown, orange, pale gold with rings, pale blue, and pale blue, but his favorite of all time is the marble that looks blue with white strips it was his most prized possession he cherished it with all his hart. Whenever he father came in and took his marbles away he would always hid it from him so he at least had one. One day he knew he was gonad get in trouble so he started to hide all of his marbles but he could not find his favorite one so he looked and looked and

The unnamed narrator never actually met Murlock or even saw him, for the old man died before the narrator was born. The details of the story are actually gleaned from the narrator's grandfather, who was one of few living people to know the secret of the boarded window. It seems that Murlock, in his young manhood, had a lovely young wife. However, relatively early in their marriage she sickened and finally ceased to move or breathe. Having no physician or coroner at hand, the young husband had no idea what to do; he reasoned that he would have to build her a coffin in the morning, but in the meantime he laid her out gently on the full length of their table and prepared her for burial as best he could. One of the few things he seemed to remember