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Vanguard Colt Scofield sat in the band room waiting for the poor excuses for musicians to file into class. They were nerds the whole lot of them the first day of class everyone in the drumlin asked for his signature on their drums. The whole band class clammed to be the biggest fan of Midnight Flame, well for that matter the whole school did. The only reason he was with this group was because it was better than getting expelled or getting community service. He was caught smoking weed and skipping class with his newest girlfriend for the 15th time so finally the principal (another number 1 fan) said he had to join the Vanguard or else. Not only did this interfere with his personal life but his touring season with the Flame. It was the seconded week of class so he wasn't surprised when a group of 7 or 8 students came out of the band room closet at the ringing of the bell. Colt had no idea why they sat in closet in complete darkness and did nothing. He had asked why once thinking the band kids we
Daddy Daughter DayHe got up early that morning to make some phone calls.
"Hello this the salon oasis how can I help you?"
"Do you take reservations?" he spoke with a tired voice.
"Well no sir we usually don't..." it was hard to tell if she was more confused about the request for a reservation or the that a man was asking.
"Ms. I have 14 people in my party."
"I see...What do you plan on getting?"
"For all 14"
"Ok would 11 O'clock work for you."
"Yes!" Josphhe hung up and crawled back in to bed with his lovely wife. He wormed his arm around her waist wanting to hold her.
hour later Trisha, one their daughters, came into the room and jumped on her sleeping parents. "Daddy wake up! Wake up!" she said bouncing with every syllable she spoke. Josphhe groaned falling out of bed. "What are we doing today remember you said we could do something together?"
He ignored her question stumbling over the two new additions to the fami
Party Crashers I saw him as from a crossed the room talking to the guys. He was as handsome as ever tall with his loosely greases back dirty blonde hair and dull blue eyes. He wore a sport jacket black with a white under shirt and slacks. No tie of course that wasn’t the sexy Italian’s style. He was a handsome even with the right side of his face being the way it was. It was a 1 inch wide deep scar the stretched the whole length of his face in a jagged line. The scar was like a dress that was stitched back together after being ripped apart by a dog. The skin was permanently swollen around the patched together areas. He got it in a knife fight protecting me. The Hawk cut his face like his was carving some sort of beef. Don was lucky he lived.
The man next to him was Sam. He was also handsome but more rugged looking. He’s jaw looked almost square and he usually had a 5 O’clock shadow that he never felt like shaving. He his eyes were deep brown and so was his hair.
My Bruder and I waited outside the building. It was a beat up town with wounds from ze war in every building. The people showed it too. Dirty faces and clothes with more patches than original stitching. My parents were busy trying to get us to America. Germany would take years to repair herself. We wanted a better life than that well everyone did. My Mutti was American that would help us get home.
I turned my head at the sound of a plane. I wanted to the see the markings on the side of her so I walked out into the street squinting my eyes to see. It was an American Bomber plane. That was weird. It was flying low and steady as if it where on a bomb run. My heart stopped as I looked at my Bruder. He didn’t seem worried he only watched his eyes fixated a smile crossing his face. The planes wings dipped turning slightly as it dropped little parachutes out the back window.
My Bruder ran forward waiting to catch one of the
New Changes “Are you kidding me?” Atlantica was confused about the news her Aunt Rose was giving her.
“Why would I kid you about something so serious?” Rose said not all to happy that she was the one who had to explain all this to Atlantica but her mother did have to deal with other things.
“Mom has never let me go with her before. Why now?”
“Because you're old enough now. You are almost mature enough to..to..well to be like your mother.”
“Okay so uh where are we exactly going and how do you plan on getting there?”
“You'll see.” Rose refusing to answer twenty questions. The two walked out to the beach. It was a warm afternoon with the overhead clouds threatening to rain. The waves were gentle rolling in slowly kissing the sand but that would change soon. Rose looked at Atlantica hoping that her mother gave her a little information on what was about t
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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