Time The Two Deliverymen Left Max 's House

Mel sweated. He was glad he had not worn a tie. The sweat went down each side to his belt. It went down his back like a wet arrow. He looked straight at Karla and Gary. Karla and Gary looked back. They huddled and whispered and did not know what to do. Then Mel raised his glass. He smiled. Gary raised his glass. Mel looked at Karla. He held the glass high above his head and smiled.

Please be quick so the children will have time to eat. I have two more neighborhoods that I have to go to before my run is over.” explained the man. The children sat down on the blankets and just as we were about to hand out the brown paper sacks with lunch in them to them, the man got a call. “One second, I have to take this, it’s the health department. They came by earlier today to check the food on the van.” said the man. When he hung up the phone he looked at us in disappointment. “I’m so sorry, kids. The temperature of the food in the cooler was not right, and I have just been informed that everything on this van is to be discarded, not

Riley pushed his wet blonde hair out of his eyes and shivered while drawing his fleece blanket tighter around his body. The hairs on his arms and legs felt like they were standing straight up from the goose bumps that were forming on his skin. Even though it was the middle of August, it was unusually cold tonight. It had been raining on and off since five PM, so the grass had disintegrated into the slippery mud that was oozing between his toes and ruining his bamboo mat. At least he had been smart enough to bring it – others were sitting directly on the grass and ruining their jeans. People were walking around with brown stains on their backsides, making it look like they didn’t make it to the bathroom. Even though, his jeans weren’t dirty,

He stomped his way out of the slushy snow as he headed home for the widow’s house. The temperature had dropped throughout the day, it was reported on the daily newspaper that the bad weather was only just the beginning of the winter yet-to-come. He had just came from school and was drained. He didn’t like being sivilized but, school had grown on him. He rubbed his hands together in an effort to keep warm as he walked the familiar street. When he spotted his gang leader, Tom with the others.

But you can bet your boots I’ll be fine! I can get the cart to the center without and help," he yelled as he gave the grocery cart another push it started to turn over, but he was quick to steady it. “Mr. Cassidy, why don’t you use the old truck in your driveway? It would be so much easier. That is if it starts,” explained Justin. Yelling out in annoyance, “Why don’t you leave me alone and mind your own damned business. I can do this myself!” The old man stopped pushing, leaned against the cart, gasping for breath before sitting down on the grass. After resting a few minutes, he stood up, shook himself before giving it a hard push trying to get it down the road a few more feet before he stopped again. The boy knowing his name puzzled him “Who told you my name and what is yours?” Leaning against the cart, Mr. Cassidy asked, unaware anyone in town cared enough about him to know his name. After resting a brief time, he was ready to push the cart again. "Wait a minute, they don’t know me, and I don’t know them,” he declared. Since he was several feet away from him and knew he could outrun him, Justin was no longer afraid of the old man."Everyone in town knows who you are. For your information, my name is Justin Anderson. The

Sweat Stains – the light interiors’ worst nightmare, begin to swell up beneath the boys. I try not to glare at the havoc the sweat molecules were wreaking as they soaked between the grey fibers of my car seats. With each backward –forward motion only spreading the stench, I must refocus myself to be sure I do not run off of the road.

Winter was coming fast and the Bears where trying to find food that way they could live throughout hibernation. As Jeremy stepped into the bear cave he felt chills go down his entire body. Jeremy thought ‘’why not look around’’. He found someone's things. ‘’I figure that it's the Bear’s’’ he said. As he walked around he found beds, food, and even more in all different sizes. He saw papa bear’s, mama bear’s, and baby bear’s things. He looked at papa bear’s and said ‘’that's too big’’. He looked at mama bear’s ‘’still too big he mumbled under his breathe some what frustrated. Then there was baby bear’s and it was just right for Jeremy. He found baby bear’s bed and fell asleep. When he fell sleep he didn't know that all three bear's had arrived

Needing some groceries, she had gone out and just had returned back as it was merely afternoon. It was pretty hot outside so she had a summery outfit that came to her mid thighs and pretty much snugged loosely around her body. When she heard her doorbell, she was in kitchen, putting her groceries away and was just finishing. She wiped her hands on a towel as she walked with it to get the door. She pushed the tiny curtain to peek out of the small window next to the door, to see who it was and found a well-dressed man who seemed as if he was here to sell something to her. She unlocked her door and opened it, seeming hesitant and giving him an unpleasant gaze, showing she wasn’t interested in what he was selling, “May I help you?” She said flicking her hair over her shoulders. Now, she stood tall at 5ft 7 inches but he seemed to just tower over her as she had to tilt her head back to look up at

Tucker was on his way into the market while Elizabeth was on her way out, they bumped into each other and made an instant connection. As they bumped into each other Elizabeth dropped her bags so Tucker immediately helped pick them up. She looked at him and thanked him for his help. He looked at her and said, “No problem, Why is such a beautiful young lady like you carrying all these by yourself?” She giggled and made a shy expression. She explained where her husband was and who he is. Tucker then explained how he knew all about Dan and that they work for the same business. They introduced themselves and after a small conversation, Tucker offered to help her walk all the groceries to her car.

A restraint on thought— This box is a prison, And it’s time to break free. Build a ladder of dust and faded memories From a time before the cardboard

She spots tourists who poured over the free maps from a visitor station not too far off, and whom in return sweat perspirated from their pores. A handheld fan lazily distributed a slight breeze towards an elderly woman, who had discarded the long shawl that complimented the rosy colour of her dress. Nevertheless, the young lady’s legs still carried her to off, the heat pushing her to further the brink of exhaust.

It was a scorcher of a summer day in New York City; you could fry an egg on the sidewalk and hear it sizzle. I did my usual trick of keeping cool by sucking on ice cubes. There were many of these hot suffering days I had to endure in my childhood, but this one was different than the others. I waited for our visitor on the apartment stoop where there was no shade to escape the hot sun. Every so often, I went inside the apartment and stuck my head inside the fridge.

Jason went to the store just a couple of blocks away from his mother’s house to grab the groceries his mother wanted. Shopping went by pretty quick as the list wasn’t complicated and the produce, dairy, and other items were easy to find. Then came the cereal isle where his mother’s request for Grape-Nuts was more than challenging when trying to find. Standing and looking at what seemed like every box of cereal in the isle, Jason noticed a young boy and his mother shopping in the same isle. He could see by the mother expressions that she was trying to relate a message to her young son about not putting random things in the grocery cart. The boy soon threw a fake cry which was soon followed by a temper tantrum. The mother quickly tried to

“What have I gotten myself into?” I thought to myself as I checked the weather forecast early one summer morning. The heat index for the day was 114 degrees, and I was still sore from working the day before. Nevertheless, I slipped on my boots and made the drive out to the farm on Old Salisbury Road.

The box is a 2009 American psychological thriller film based on the 1970 short story “Button, Button” by Richard Matheson. It was also adapted into an episode of the 1980s iteration of the twilight zone. Norma and Arthur Lewis are a suburban couple with a young child who receive an anonymous gift bearing fatal and irrevocable consequences. A wooden box that promises to deliver its owner $1million with just a press of a button. However pressing this button will simultaneously cause the death of another human being somewhere in the world that they don’t know.