Take It Easy

Moving his rocker back by the pot Sly tries to relax. After a long wait and a couple of short naps, the cloth is dry. Removing it from the rope Sylvester folded the now red cloth into a bolt and lays it on the worktable Calling the tailor he says, “Marcus if you got the time I could use your help now.” “Put the tea pot on the stove,” Markus said. “I’ll be there as fast as my short legs can get me there.” After unlocking the door, Sly puts a large tea pot on the fire so they

until the next day. Alex: You were hospitalized! ? Why!? Zach: It turns out I have some problems with my heart. Alex: That’s terrible, are you okay buddy? Zach: I’ll be fine, I just have to take heart medicine and take it easy. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. (110 words) Q. How long has Zach been out of class? 1. One day. 2. Two weeks. 3. One week. 4. One month. Q. Why had he been missing class? 1. Because school is too stressful. 2. Because he has

Joan turned and pinned up the final stray hairs. She situated her wrap, hugged Perceval, and set of for Mary’s, who lived just on the opposite side of the castle path, so it was a short walk. Mary, the midwife, posted her hours of availability on her door each week. Many women often arrived at the same time, so the practitioner had several comfortable chairs situated outside, and a few more indoors. She conducted examinations behind a privacy curtain in her small cottage. By her door, Mary placed

Networked (A Certain Scientific Railgun SI) #02.5 —————— It had been quite some time since I’d been anything but the driver, it was… nice, and it felt good to just put the seat back and be a passenger as the Sister drove through the city. It was relaxing, and quiet, with none of the rage-inducing stupidity I’d experienced whenever commuting. Although, it might have been more enjoyable were the Sister not insistent on making conversation. Unfortunately for her, the topics were ones that I’d just

She was cute. “Do they now?” she asked. “Friend’s yours?” “No, but I have heard them whisper,” I returned. Black Widows was what the rebels called the ones who volunteered to take our donations. The rebels did not approve. They wanted to hold on to the way things used to be. They were depressed. Edgy. Violent. Resentful. Disrespectful. T-r-o-u-b-l-e. If you were smart, you avoided the shadow rebels. New girls laugh was like

L A NOCHE BOCA ARRIBA Halfway down the long hotel vestibule, he thought that probably hewas going to be late, and hurried on into the street to get out hismotorcycle from the corner where the next-door superintendent let himkeep it. On the jewelry store at the corner he read that it was ten to nine;he had time to spare. The sun filtered through the tall downtown buildings,and he--because for himself, for just going along thinking, he did not havea name-he swung onto the machine, savoring the

of her misfortune. At twelve o 'clock she was wiping the last champagne glasses when she caught the smell of broth and had to perform the miracle of running to the kitchen without leaving a disaster of Venetian glass in her wake. She just managed to take the pot off the stove as it was beginning to boil over. Then she put on a stew she had already prepared and took advantage of a chance to sit down and rest on a stool in the kitchen. She closed her eyes, opened them again with an unfatigued expression

'Take it easy, Iris.'' Said Julian as he took over the police officer who first rushed to help the woman to stay upright and the CSI guided her to the closest chair. ''Is this...Where are they? Oh ...no.'' She cried out while her eyes were filling with tears. Her family, both Barry and Joe, was nowhere to be found at first, until her eyes caught a sign of the red suit and her heart skipped a beat of hope. Caught in the emotions, she almost screamed and revealed the Scarlet Speedster's identity:

look into poetry in a different light and divulge into the true meaning instead of reading it in such a surface manner or over analyzing it. His work highlights the use of imagery bringing the words to life on the page, encouraging the reader to take it easy and enjoy the words of the poetry. His journey as U.S. Poet Laureate lead to students across America having access to a poem per day being shared at school, enhancing the knowledge and desire for poetry across the nation (Collins, “Poetry 180”)

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.” I said jumping out. “Why? Dally sounded mad. “Get back in here before I beat your head in” I knew Dally would have to park the car and catch me before he could carry out his threat, and Johnny was already out following me, so I figuring I was safe. We could hear him cussing us out, but he wasn’t mad enough to come after us. There was a crowd at the front of the church, mainly little kids. I poked the nearest