Section BD: 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.

"I want you to go back to the square try to retrace her steps. Get camera footage, eyewitness statements anything that's going to help us find her."

“Boss, you’ve never told me what we need to do. All you have implied is that this is dangerous, and if anyone sees us they will certainly shoot us. Would you tell me what we are here for?”, Deen asked.

“No.” Snapped the sergeant scornfully. “The Ackermans, Dr. Smith, Lt. Anders, and Medical Examiner Roberts are all still in these labs somewhere. They need our help. We have a duty to protect this base against all threats from outside and from within these walls. If anyone is still alive, we are going to find them and get them the hell out of here. And, if there is anything still on this base that’s a threat, we’re going to find it and kill it.”

“Um, if you want to follow me, sir, I’ll see to you getting back to the command and control room,” Sergeant Barnes added moving the conversation along. “I’m sure you’re going to be needed there.”

At the beginning of chapter 12, the spirit bear approached Cole. Cole was about to spit at the bear but he swallowed it back. Cole did not understand why he did what he did. After this, Cole rubbed his hands into the white bushy hair and he suddenly felt trust. The bear stayed motionless and soon leaved Cole alone. From that moment, Cole started to see the world around him as a beautiful place. Cole appreciated many things such as the plants, the seagulls, the seals, and many more Abiotic and biotic things.

To everyone’s relief, Johnny did agree to give the NAMI group a try. To his surprise, and everyone’s relief, he loved going. Although the group met once a week, the DeSoto’s made sure Johnny would go each time. Slowly, John was learning that although he may be different, he wasn’t the only one with issues. He was also learning more and more about the outside world and how to cope not only with the people in it, but all the stimulation that he never remember experiencing before.

Tommy: We block off the entrances barricade it and make guarde towers around it. Also we will equip everyone with my weapons

As they crested the final hill between us and them we could see the wood line moving as they picked their way through it. Fortunately just then our forward observer SPC Clark announced that he had gotten a B-2 bomber on station and they would be making two passes once to confirm positive identification and twice to engage. They were so high in the air we didn’t even see their first pass, but there was no mistaking their second as they unleashed five GBU-32’s, Annihilating anything on that hilltop. Unfortunately our relief was short lived as the word was passed down that three of the medivaced wounded had passed, and more wounded were being reported. Shortly after as we prepared to leave the second compound one of the rifleman spotted a lone figure dressed in red moving slowly down from the hill we had just

FARED, 50 years Palestinian man, siting with his friend WILLIAM a volunteer doctor with the red across. FARED is reading a news paper while he drinks his coffee. The headline say “unknown Israeli party who blew up several houses in the West Bank town Beit Jala”

Truthfully, every day is the same, meticulous, tedious, irrelevant schedule. There is not one thing that is exhilarating or even slightly stimulating here in District 1. People, as in teens like him only care about training and getting into the games and most likely dying. Is it weird that he's different? To be different is to be normally frowned upon in society, but this is where the fact that not many people in the District knowing him is a good thing. Not knowing means not being able to be able to accuse and judge. This is exactly how he likes it.

The equation on the page of his scribbler began to spread out a widening tail, eyed and starred like a peacock's; and, when the eyes and stars of its indices had been eliminated, began slowly to fold itself together again. The indices appearing and disappearing were eyes opening and closing; the eyes opening and closing were stars being born and being quenched. The vast cycle of starry life bore his weary mind outward to its verge and inward to its centre, a distant music accompanying him outward and inward. What music? The music came nearer and he recalled the words, the words of Shelley's fragment upon the moon wandering companionless, pale for weariness. The stars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.

“So it seems. On April 23, 2014, NASA's Swift satellite detected an immensely powerful flare coming from a red dwarf star they named DG Cvn. They reported it as being nearby, but apart from the flare data they have never told us the location of the star. The space agency simply presented us with a startling and unexplained discovery.”

One fateful evening, Kadan's village is attacked by a neighboring tribe. In an attempt to save his brother from the marauders, he is knocked unconscious in the attack while biding time to let his brother flee.

“Stay where you are at, you are safe there, atleast for now. We are sending a plane that is carrying new weapons, food, water, and gear to help kill Omegas. It will be over head by noon.”