Corner Brook

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books on the corner of the weathered oak table. One given to me by my grandfather. A respected man at the time. But now the dust and cobwebs following along the creases of the leather move slightly with the small drifts of wind. My attention went back to the letter. I read it over, black ink scribbled near the bright red vermilion. “October

In a city where bad guys lurk around in the dark but, there is this one bad guy who never comes out for somewhat reason but, no one knows. Until a superhero named Captain Knockout [aka] CK. Captain Knockout was told by the agent visility to “Find out what this madman was up to.” Captain knockout has blond hair and he wears a super tight suit with a cape and his biceps are huge tanks. When CK found the bad guys secret hide out he saw a tall figure tall as a giraffe. The tall figure was doing some

Steve bolted straight up out of Bucky’s lap, his face pale. “Steve?” Bucky asked concerned. “I’ll be right back I just…” Steve jumped off the couch andean to the bathroom where he proceeded to empty his stomach’s contents. He felt a warm hand on his back. “Did you eat the bread sticks?” He asked knowingly. “I thought just a couple wouldn’t hurt but it’s been awhile since I’ve had to deal with allergies.” Steve whispered. He shut the toilet seat and flushed it. he went to stand up but swayed so Bucky

I immediately shoot the camera’s in the corners with the pistol, and run to the huge oak desk. I throw open the drawers, and rip through the contents: paper, candy, documents. No serum. I scan the room hastily, my eyes landing on a set of heavy oak doors. That's got to be where the serum is; it's the only other closed place in the room. I yank the handles, but they're locked. I hear heavy, loud, fast footsteps running down the hallway. My heart begins to race like a hamster on a wheel, my confidence

Taking One for a Teammate Slam! I ran out the door to my car. This was my first day of senior year at Lincoln High School. This was the year I had been waiting for. I was envisioning my year. I would be basketball team captain and starting point guard, finally asking my crush out, landing a spot on honor roll--what could be better? I could not help but grin as I plopped into my car and threw my backpack into the leather passenger seat. It was a cool August morning and dew was scattered about on

I woke up from a loud knock from my front door. I examined the clock and it read 11:00 p.m. " Seriously!? This is the time the deliverer comes?! ". I trudged down stairs weary in my pajamas. I opened the door only to find the kukuri by it's self from the breeder. " And the person left... Wow, welp it's time to get you in.." As I gazed upon my new kukuri I realized I couldn't fit her through the door. Instead, I took her around to the garage and took her inside.. then realizing I still needed to get

Everything burns my eyes, my ears, my lungs, my nose, and my legs, all burning with different things. My eyes burn with tears from both the ashes and fear. My ears burn of screams and cries for help, but I’m listening out for only two voices only, my dad’s and my best friend Taylor’s, but I can’t hear either of the voices of the two most important men in my life. My lungs burn for clean air that’s safe to breathe, and not this toxic air that stings with every breath. My nose burns from the smells

The Archers Path Everyone is born with a talent. Some people find out what their talent is earlier than others. Every talent leads into having a story. As an archer each story starts a little bit different, but is unique in its own way, whether it is a hobby, sport, or way of life. My story started five years ago and has progressed into a love for the sport. An interest in bow hunting was where my story began. The interest soon turned into a love for archery. I received a compound bow for my

Where am I now? The slammer. As shrivelled and blackened as my heart is, I don’t deserve this. Every morning, the fresh air of freedom rushes through the cold steel bars of no return. The stench is appalling. The bed is no treat; it is rife with cold sweat. I’ve done things. Things no man ever should. There’s no going back now. I’m in this godforsaken hell hole for the long haul. I retreat into myself in an attempt to block out the cruel sounds of the prison morning. The faint barking of rabid guard