

"It's Only Football"Coach Eric Taylor exited the hospital. He paused to take a deep breath, trying in vain to get rid of the antiseptic smell still lingering. The night was cool and clear, a beautiful evening. It should have been a night full of celebration but was filled instead with sorrow and fear. He heard the door open behind him and turned slightly to see Tami and their daughter, Julie, step onto the sidewalk beside him. He gave them a smile; at least, he tried but the act took too much effort. He buried his hands in his pockets, a lump of pain in his throat and looked away. He vaguely remembered parking his car somewhere in the hospital parking lot.  "It's Only Football"


"Beads"She and Eric woke up in a windowless room. It was padded from floor to ceiling, like a room you'd find in an asylum. The only door had a single slot, big enough for a tray of food or one to peer in. How had they gotten here?"---"Beads"
Sugar! Wake up! Tami shook Erics shoulder again as she looked around the small room in disbelief. She realized that both she and Eric had really tied one on last night but she didnt think theyd been arrested. Hon! She gave her husbands back a not so gentle shove this time.
Hmmm? Wha..?


"Breathe"Your heart pounds in time to the beat of your shoes as they slap a rhythm across the pavement. Every breath explodes out of you in a cloud of white and you gasp a warning at a fellow pedestrian as they step out of a Starbucks. Your warning is too late and you collide with a large older man and a hot latte splashes onto the little bit of your skin exposed to the icy weather. It almost feels good as it scalds you. Then the burn hits and you grit your teeth and climb to your feet, offering a hand and an apology to the unlucky person you've run down and ask if they are okay. He nods and swipes at the br"Breathe"
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"The same folks that are bombing innocent people in Iraq were the ones who attacked us in America on September the 11th."
~George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., July 12, 2007
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Gee, I wish I was an Avatar. If I was, I could go around forcing my crush to like me by kissing them into submission. Yay romance! *rolleyes*
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