Collaboration ProjectCinderella got her happily ever afterAfter Snow White lost hers forever
DateHe was late. She was worried.
Peace of MindThe wind tore through my hair as I raced down my street. I rode absent-mindedly, going nowhere, with no one. After about ten minutes of mindless biking, I stopped to consider where I should go."Hmm, should I head down to Reynolda House and ride around? No, too far."Seconds pass as I consider other options."How about El Sombrero to grab a bite to eat?" I mused.I pondered my remaining alternatives. Finally I decide upon going down to Wake Forest, the university that's half-a-mile from my home. I changed my gears to accelerate, and a grinding ensued as the chain found the correct gear. I pedaled hard down the sidewalk towards one of the many entrances to the school. I sped by the outdoor volleyball court, and the Wake-Mart. I was now near the center of the university, and I hadn't seen a soul yet. I rode casually around the practice soccer field, down Wingate Road, and finally, parked in front of the Leighton Tennis Stadium. I sat on my bike for a few moments, resting and l
Something to think about....Living is breathing... or is it?
Al's JobChapter 1"FIGHTING BREAKS OUT IN DERNA AND LIBYA" read Monday morning's paper. "Casualties of soldiers and civilians top thirty million. World War II is taking its toll.""Put the paper down, Pa, and 'et!" fumed Ma (this was her third time admonishing Pa for reading at the breakfast table). Pa started in his chair. He settled the paper on the counter and grinned sheepishly at Ma. The other family members sat around the table, already eating their meal of hotcakes and coffee, their elbows on the table, fists bolstering their drooping faces. "Well, we took Tobruk back from them Krauts a coupla days ago." offered Pa. "I wisht they'd all jus' go home and forgit about 'takin' over the world'. Crackerjack sons-a-bitches
" Al muttered. Aggie nodded sullenly, sitting by her husband's side."Well, I think we best be gittin' off to work now." said Ma after a considerable silence. There was murmured agreement and the sound of chairs scraping across the linoleum floor. Al was the first one o