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For two months, as I followed every conceivable lead, Caulder grew nastier, fuming constantly about my incompetence. “What the fuck have you been doing with your time?” he bellowed. “Do you have any idea the flack the department will take, that I will take, if it comes out we killed a guitar player while trying to dispatch an ambassador’s daughter? I’m not letting you jeopardize my reputation—or my retirement.” “It’s not my fault. You taught her every trick she knows.” “She switched sides, Mark.…

Two hours left before I administer the last set of microinjections. I loaded a set of Kepler’s works to play, as I meditate. If I touched his mind before, I should touch it again. Maybe Brahe’s nose will work as a meditation point. Imaging planets with noses should emphasize the motion and remind me of Kepler. -- How did the experiment go last night? You don’t classify as roadkill anymore because no one would eat you, now. See, the sky’s buzzard free. Nothing went right. I figure that when I…

Catcher in the Rye Holden Caulfield, in the book Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger, goes through many changes as far as his ideas on innocence and the preservation of it. He begins his stay in New York as a confused, cynical teenager and transforms himself into a young adult that is prepared for the world ahead of him. Holden's first day, or rather night, in New York City was one of confusion and sadness. He begins his eventful night by checking into a hotel, where he then sees a drag…

A citronella candle puddles away in a bucket, its sharp, warm scent hanging in the air. It smells like the old world—smells of summers long ago that were fresh and green and full of promise and those nights Robin had spent out on the porch with Jim, a few beers, and a guitar they passed between each other, plucking out the opening riff to “Stairway to Heaven” over and over because they never learned anything else. Robin closes his eyes. The old man does what he can for his shoulder, cleaning it…

Leo had had a crap morning. Well, not more crap than usual, but certainly enough to complain about. Because he’d stayed up all night talking to Eloise, he slept right through his alarm, missed the bus, and was forced to call Piper to give him a ride. Not that there was anything wrong with Piper driving him-- in fact that would have been a great option for Leo’s daily routine had he and Piper’s relationship not taken a blow recently. On the surface it was hard to tell that Piper was angry at him…

“Hey, Mr. Atkins!” Rick heard Peter call out to him again, but before the boy could hurl another insult Ricks way, Rick shouted out to him and Kyle, “Peter! Kyle! I’m glad you’re back! Come here quick! I was just thinking about what you guys had said to me earlier and do you know what? I think you’re right. So, I’ve decide that it’s time to get the place cleaned up a bit, don’t you? Anyways, I was wondering if you boys would like my collection of old, skin magazines?” The boys just looked…

Sucker Punch Saturday night started out slow. I was spending more time in the back talking to Angel and Sky than out on the floor. I had gotten a few new outfits with all the money I had made Friday night. “Check this one out,” I held up a hanger with a two-piece white bikini outfit on it. The bra top and the waistband of the thong were covered with red, white, and blue sequins. It came with a matching garter. “Nice. Patriotic,” Angel said. She had gotten a new gown, full length black with…

I was in hell. Try outs were a pain in the ass. I had never ever been through so much in one day. I loved basketball so much, I just love it. We warmed up and introduced ourselves to each other. Then the pain began, we started with the basic drills that everyone should know. We did lay ups, passes, and then we ran! Running will always be a natural thing, but me a person who hates running? I rather get a burn then have to run, but it’s part of the game. There was about 20 of us trying out. Our…

She doesn’t seem all that bad. She was actually very respectful to me. Is that part of her personality or do you tell all your girlfriends about me? ” Annabelle asks curiously. “Yeah, I do.” Jamereo says calmly with swag, “They know not to fuck with you or talk shit about you. I put them in check. I put you over them, always. They gotta respect you at all times, no joke. I can call any one of them right now with you on the phone and they won’t say a thing. That’s how much control I have over…

tame it. Look at me. For no reason at all, I cheat on my wife with prostitutes. Then, I bust the prostitutes. Take their money. Their drugs. Sell it back to the pimps and pushers, blackmail for keeping them out of jail. Is that right? I don 't give a fuck. Power, kid. Why, if I wanted to, I could take you into a back alley and blow your brains out? But I won…