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... minutes and so could I. She took me to "Home Depot" in Orange Park and picked out her new kitchen cabinets. I was a little unsure about this kitchen cabinet thing, but the salesman assured us that the entire project would be a "turn key" installation. The salesman asked me if I wanted them to deliver the materials. I declined his offer because I could do it myself and save money. So, I waited for a nice clear day to go back to pick up everything. I was using an open bed truck and it was a pretty sizable load to carry such a long distance. Well, the worst rain storm in Florida history developed over Green Cove Springs on the clear day I chose to pick everything up. I was about hal ...

... for a new song was never more than a glance to the sky away for Nick. He savored his forte- clever, witty social and spiritual observations. On this particular night, however, we rewrote the words to an old 80’s song that could not have been that good because none of us could remember the words, title, or artist who performed it. We knew the tune however, and the green light reaching down from overhead was enough to lead us through an improvisation that we happened to catch on tape. We listened to it over and over again. The smoke in the room became thicker. No words capture the essence of the song better than the phrase Something Nifty. The song now bares this description as its ...

... going to take to be on the track team, they “would not tolerate anything but 110% from every single person,” and this I was willing to give. So I informed my boss at work that I would no longer be available to work in the afternoons and that I could only come in after 6 o’clock. Practice was to be held immediately after school, until 5:30 p.m., and that was only if we got all of our exercises done. That Tuesday we all met out on the track, I can remember the day. It was chilly, and there was a mild drizzle. We were all bundled up in layers of clothes, huddled together trying to be excited for what was in store for us for the next 2-3 hours. The coach’s came out and immediately gave or ...

... It was Mister Jones, who did not slow down in the heavy fog and did not see the stop sign at the intersection; he was thrown through the windshield. Mrs. Little was rushed to the Hospital and listed in critical condition, gee gee and henry did not get dinner. Mr. Jones broke both his legs and lost one arm, he is in Therapy and will need long term rehabilitation. Which means he will lose his business, and he will not be able to pay his child support, which is going to his ex-wife. She will loose the house that has been in her family for 100 years and they will have to move to a different area, which means Tommy junior will have to go to a different school, his girlfrien ...

... let that happen… If I could just tell off whoever created us…UHH!! What I wouldn’t give… Don’t get me wrong though…I mean I have faith…I have a religion…but my beliefs are viewed as ‘wrong’ by half the world (or more) so, I just keep my mouth shut most of the time… I can tell that this already looks like I’m in a show narrating…kinda like ‘my so-called life’…but the problem is, it’s not…it’s nothing more than a pissed off 15 year old typing on his computer… In hopes to make my self understood by who ever I choose to let read this I am writing this… I mean yeah…I’m sure it’ll make a great book…short story…mini-series…but that’s not why I’m writing this…I’m writing this so you….yes you…can ...

... I was the kid no one wanted to be stuck with in partner drills and the kid no one wanted to pick to fill up there team when we scrimmaged ourselves. I was the kid who had to pick it up or be cut from the team, something had to give. My fourth year on the team was like the ending of an era. Our three best players on the team had informed the coach before the season started that next year they would be leaving the Strikers to go play in the premier league. I, having struggled all throughout my Striker career was shocked, but secretly contented because that meant that at the end of the season I would get my opportunity to become a factor in for the team. So that season I m ...

... old man hesitated slightly and forced a friendly smile, "Of course." He paused as the man sat down, "Do you have a name, son?" The man smiled, "My friends call me Stan. And you...?" "Gregory McFinnly." He shook Stan’s hand firmly and suppressed a yawn. "Its a beautiful morning." Stan nodded and turned to face the sunset, "Its too bad it all has to end." "What?" Gregory cocked his head. "It’ll be all over soon," He smiled faintly. "I work for the government. At least I did until last night; they fired me." He paused as though he were awaiting an inquiry from the old man. When none came he continued, "I know things. Of course I swore I’d never tell them to anyone, but, Oh well. ...

... back. Birds flew through the radiant blue sky diving for insects. My thoughts reflect relaxation as my mind focuses on the pleasing imagery. The sounds of the meadow complement the beautiful imagery, and create a sense of inner peace and harmony. The soothing sounds drifted across the meadow like an orchestra playing at Carnegie Hall. The buzzing of the bees feeding on pollen made up the chorus. A woodpecker kept a steady beat as he drilled a hole in the oak tree. Birds whistling, and peeping formed the brass section like trumpets playing an excerpt from the 1812 Overture. All these sounds, and many more blended together to create a relaxing melody soothing to the ear. The sce ...

... father. The other ten warriors also recognized him, along with a few of the older men. Wanting revenge, the tribe encircled the men and moved in. Soon, the white men were trapped, and they noticed. Sweating Moose-Balls stepped forward, and spoke to the first old man. "You are the one who killed my father." he said. "yes, and we want to apologize. Your mothers have taken over our houses, and we need you to take them back." the old man pleaded. Sweating Moose-Balls thought for a moment. He could see that the man was sincere; he was practically begging. But then, Sweating Moose-Balls got an idea. He started to smile. "No, we will not take them back. You are our prisoners now, and we c ...

... similar transportation with more advanced technology, houses were compact, and the imaginary streets were infested with " absolute stop " signs with the subscript " violators can be fined up to 10,000 H. " No later than three minutes after the women’s arrival were the streets over populated with crazy women drivers whose excitement on a new surrounding ignored the absolute stop signs. More than 100 women were cited and fined, and more than half of the women protested that the Helracian Officer did not absolutely stop at the absolute stop zone. The feud was brought up to court in no time, and in ten minutes in Helrac there was already approximately 100 alleged women criminals. After m ...