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The Final ConversationWhenever people talk about a cemetery being silent I think they must be lying. It's just fitting to have the big dark storm clouds, the pouring rain, or the silence to make your surroundings reflect your feelings. It's not really what a cemetery is like, though. Not when you really need it to be.
The sun is shining overhead like someone is about to get married, and here I am, walking to your grave. Birds are chirping, and somewhere not too far away someone is mowing the lawn. All normal summer sounds that feel surreal with death surrounding me.
Your grave is nice, I guess, as far as graves go. The stone is large and has your name and a nice sentiment about how great a person you were. You would have hated it if you were still alive. You never liked people making a big deal out of you, and you'd think it was creepy that any random stranger could come read your name and know exactly when you were alive.
I'm not sure what I'm here to tell the truth. Really, it's because I promised you, bu
Wendy's Hot DogsI was six years old, at the prime of my life and too young to have screwed anything up yet. I'd always been a good kid: well behaved, sociable, curious, and I'd never really found a problem with my life. It was right then, at that point when I realized I could choose little things like what I wore and what I ate that I really started pushing my boundaries. It wasn't a conscious attempt at trying my mother's patience, just an accidental annoyance while I explored my new horizon.
For all my life I'd eaten anything my mother put in front of me. Sure, there were always a few things I wouldn't eat, like certain fruits, or the occasional preparation of meat, but generally I cooperated with whatever she served me. It wasn't until I was six that I was out rightly difficult.
One day when my mother brought me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I informed her that I didn't want it. Surprised, she asked me what I did want and I told her that all I wanted was food from Wendy's. When I was told that
Mr. Amazing and the PolicemanThe wind howled around him as he floored the gas pedal, pushing the station wagon to its limit in an attempt at real speed. It wasn't exactly his first choice of vehicle, but saving the world didn't usually leave a lot of time for finding racecars to hijack. He was sure the cars owner wouldn't mind as soon as they discovered the car had been abducted as an instrument to restoring world order.
Mr. Amazing, as his fans called him, was no ordinary man. With the compassion of a thousand mothers, the morality of a Sunday school teacher, the emotional stability of a hundred politicians, and a little extra-human strength thrown in he was nearly unstoppable. That is, he was unstoppable as long as the wrong person didn't try to stop him.
Just as Mr. Amazing had coaxed the car into 99 miles per hour sirens wailed behind him, declaring for all the world that he, the good guy, had suddenly become the villain. Now Mr. Amazing knew that if he didn't save the world, no one else would be able to, but
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