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 I held tightly onto the large man's shirt sleeve as we waited for the bus. Between him and my cane, my legs still had trouble keeping me up. It was around noon and I was getting more and more anxious, which didn't help my legs hold me up any. "Do you need any protein, Eamon?" Kofi asked me. I clutched harder on his shirt-sleeve, losing balance for a second, "N-no, I'm g-good. Just a little n-nervous." Kofi was a good man. My father told me he came to America from Kenya, but I always assumed he was from Jamaica because of his accent. When he pronounces my name, it sounds like he's saying "hey mon" rather than Eamon. Kofi has been my aid

 It was obvious at first. For weeks people became more and more superstitious at each passing sign. The first week a white owl landed on the Hero's Statue in the center of the small village every day at noon and stayed for an hour before taking off. Many villagers ignored this for the most part, but the elders of the town became nervous at its constant appearance. The villagers were given Sunday to rest before the next omen came. On the second week, when the clock struck midnight every night, a piercing howl awoke every villager from their slumber. The howl lasted only a minute and stopped suddenly. After the third day a pack of hunters was

Let Old Grandpa tell you a story, young lad and lassie. A story of many mysteries and many horrors. A true story of a young man who did not listen to his mother and her wise words. Let me call this young man… Red. Off of the hood he wore, of course! Back in the Nineteen Nineties a young man was asked by his mother to bring medicine and spare food to his sick and frail grandmother who lived in the woods. He set out with joy to be able to help his grandmother, whom he loved so very dearly. He was to stay on the path, that was his only rule, for there were wolves and bears and wild cats in the woods that could kill him in seconds! Not only

The drive to the camp grounds was a long one. Two hours if traffic was good. I stare out the window as my headphones blast All That Remains in my ear. Something jabs me sharply on the shoulder. I paused my music and look at the person behind me who then points at the driver. "First time camping, son?" The driver, our Troop leader asks. "Yeah, Mum says it'd be good for me," I reply. "Well, no MP3 players out there," He teased. I smiled, "Yeah, yeah." He chuckled and didn't reply again, so I started my music back up. "For you never shut your eye/ 'til the sun is in the sky…" What the fuck? I looked at the screen, which said "Al

I remember… Going home, excited about a new puppy So small and adorable, the runt of the litter "Let's name him Butch!" Mother suggested And that you became. I loved… The adorable moments when raising you Aside from the annoyance of cleaning "He's going to be my buddy!" And that you were I am thankful… For those moments of sadness When you would walk up and cuddle "Thank you, Butchie" And you stayed with me I miss… Coming downstairs in the morning You would wag your tail in excitement "Good morning, Butcher" And it was heartwarming I regret… Being around you less and less Especially when you need

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