The Sheet-Personal Narrative

With blinding speed, out came a hard fist to Danny’s chin from Dennis. Leroy could hear the smack of fist against jaw bone. Danny recoiled and covered his face to protect himself from further

At least she’d drawn blood. It was Quade that she’d stuck, and she was glad for it, even if the damage was minimal. It hadn’t been Quade’s first time on the wrong end of a blade, either. The man was built like a lugnut, and he had a thin, shiny canyon of pink scar tissue snaking down across his face, from above his right eye to the edge of his left jaw. It must have been a real feat just to keep that pug nose intact. “You won’t be so feisty once you meet Mr. Talmidge, miss,” he drawled. He’d torn a section from his t-shirt and tied it tight over the gash she’d made in his forearm with the little pocket knife Brian had given her for her birthday so many years before. She’d finally had a chance to use it for something other than picking splinters.

“One thing you never do is tell a person thank you when they help you out. Please don’t talk to my daddy about this because he’s doing me a favor not you.” Mike felt a little funny about her statement because of the things Luke said about her. “What’s wrong Mike?”

Danny let it phase through him, hitting the window harmlessly. Danny frowned and gave him a look. “That was mean. I just want to help. No strings.” He sighed and let his hand drop. The other man snarled something probably fowl at him again in that strange language.

“Yes but you didn’t set the bomb. Sure, let him go with me. I’ll even take him into the building with me. He can hold the light.” Pillion had a bad felling about this. Stevenson turned away ending the conversation. “Go down and see how he’s doing on the range please.”

The other man a skinny, pale man was who was helping him hold the wooden casket elbowed him in the ribs. "Okay we can go I don't to get more blood on my shirt." The large man said as they walked off.

Shouting as loud as he could, Greg pulled himself out of the cave, determined not to miss them. He cried out in acute desperate pain, and his leg screamed back at him as he pulled himself on his stomach across the rock calling out to them the whole

He stepped around Chase, grabbed some blankets, shook them out, rolled them up and they left. When they reached the plywood board downstairs, they heard some men outside talking.

“Yeah-what the fuck?” Jimmy coughed as he brushed the dust off his uniform and weapon.

A few paces further and he felt the return of the great bird as it pecked and swiped at the back of his exposed neck. “No!” he screamed, flailing his arms, again connecting with his attacker hard enough with one wild swipe to smack it against

“Charlie! Open up!!” Bass shouted beating his fists against the bathroom door. When all he heard was a whimper, he stepped back and kicked the door open, exhaling noisily at the sight in front of him. “Shit!” Grabbing a nearby towel he dropped to the floor wrapping it around Charlie’s bloody wrist.

"Dad, didn 't you see that I wasn 't paying attention?" I say, straining to speak.

"Dad, didn 't you see that I wasn 't paying attention?" I say straining to speak.

“Gregory hit Neville at the toy store today,” Timothy said merrily. Gregory kicked him under the table.

“Yes dad, of course, but what’s going on?” he asked with a concerned look. I didn’t have much time to explain because he might not understand. I just needed him to follow my lead and do what I said. I grabbed him by the shoulders and said, “ I have this crazy plan that might bring back our business and give us back our future. I’ll tell you everything later, but for now, just trust me and do what I say, ok?”