As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.
They entered the building and exchanged cordial greetings with the officers on duty who motioned for them to enter the sheriff’s office. “Good morning, Sheriff.”
be first in. He put himself in position with evident satisfaction, raised his arm like a signal-mast
"Who would make something like this?" I said looking at my ankle now it was swollen and red I know I could run on it so I fiugerd I play alone. Pray that they wouldn forgot about all of this running and help with my injury so that way I could try again cause there no way I stay here.
It was like seeing a man walking to his own execution. This was an offense that warranted jail time. Before the Captain would get his side of the story, he spoke to the man’s leading petty officer and chief to get their accounts on the man’s character. They told their story of how he was a good worker with a great attitude.
He owes me a thing or two. Knows I’m discrete about debts. And that, kids, is why this tired old gumshoe is at the insider Ball of the year watching Mechs pretend to be Techs while flesh skins rub elbows with natural born humans; and me on the sideline waiting for the orgy to begin.
Sir Mix A-lot and Felicia Depree had been married for ten years now. They have one daughter named Shanell A-lot. Sir Mix Al-ot and his family live in Compton,California. It was an early saturday morning when things started to get strange. Mom was cooking breakfast like she did every Saturday morning, when all of a sudden she heard someone yelling from upstairs. Dad was shouting “Let's go on vacation, pack your bags and let’s go”! Shanell woke up from his yelling and thought to herself “what's going on down there”. So she climbed out of bed and made her way downstairs to find out what all the commotion was about. Her parents were discussing their vacation plans for next week. Shannel just looked at them like they were crazy. Dad hated going on vacation, Shanell thought. “What’s going on”? Shanell said. You’re mother and I are planning a vacation to go visit your Aunt and Uncle down in Arkansas”, Dad said. “Mom is this true”? Shannell asked. “Yes dear, I believe so, for some odd reason you’re father woke up this morning and decided he wanted to go on vacation” . “Come on, cut me some slack, we haven’t been on vacation since Shanell was a baby”, Dad said. “I think this would be a great opportunity to spend time with our other family members”, he implied. “Yes, I will give you credit for that”, mom said. We never see them anymore since we moved. I am always busy in the studio, you’re always
Right, then I cautiously and instantaneously swiveled up and out of my chair to see what Earl needed me for. As I was closing my office door, he swiftly turned around and said