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Grow Angel Wings
Isabelle looks at me with terror filled eyes.  She shoves my chest and I stumble back just as the dragon’s fire surrounds her.
“Isabelle!” I cry out and reach out to her, but the heat scorns my hand.  The fire dies down and everyone is silent and still, not even the wind or the waves dares shift.  From the cloud of smoke stretches out two red bird wings.  Ten feet from tip to tip.  They push down and a red fire bird shoots into the sky next to Sky Guard.  The smoke dissipates to show nothing but a pile of ashes on the sand.
Simultaneously, every creature calls out.  The merpeople scream like children.  The dogs howl.  Dragons roar.  As if by seeing the bird gives them extra strength, every dog and dragon struggle against their rope bindings and break free.  Dragons take flight with the bird and Sky Guard.  The dogs heal under them.  Isabelle’s dad drops to his knees with pain creasing his eyes and
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Literature
Party It Up
I wake to Dad whispering for me from my door.  I crawl out of Cameron’s sleeping embrace and rub the sleep from eyes as I follow Dad to the island in the kitchen.  He hands me a mug of hot chocolate as we sit across from each other.  He sips his coffee.
“How long is your friend gone for?” he inquires.
“A few days at least,” I answer and wrap my hands around the warm mug.  “I told him who was coming and he seemed to understand.”
“So, you a dragon whisperer now?” he muses and downs the rest of his mug.  I shrug and look down at my bubbly drink.
“What’s going to happen to the basilisk?”  He doesn’t answer at first.  I look back at him and he sends his troubled eyes down.
“It’s the first of its kind found,” he explains quietly.  “First it’s going to be sent to a facility to see if it has any medicinal benefits.  If not then to the butcher.
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Literature
Do Something Illegal
It takes three days for Cameron to reappear.  It’s near the end of the day when he walks through the front door.  I’m on the couch using my computer to watch a lecture for school.  I’m not terribly behind because I only missed a few days of the beginning of the year.  I pause it and meet him right inside the door with a hug.
“How is work?” I ask with probably too much enthuse.  I’m just so glad to see him and to have an excuse to pause a lecture about the Pythagorean Theorem.
“Pretty cool, actually,” he admits as he sits with me on the couch.  He crosses his legs.  “My boss figured out I’m not supposed to be here almost the second he saw me, but I fixed his jeep, so he ignored it.”  Since we can’t pave any kinds of roads on the beaches and the trees can’t be cut, jeeps are the only quick way of getting around.  They are a necessity to drive through the sand.  
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Literature
Kiss A Boy
During my last week of chemo, after I got back from the doctors, I would spend the rest of the day at the shore line whistling for my friend.  She’s gone to my world.  Dad’s concerned with my habit of brooding by the ocean but the anxiety was killing me.  I need to know what happened to Shell.  I need to know if her family disowned her.  If Wave Tamer’s family broke off the engagement.  My flight is in a few days and I can’t live another whole year with the agony of this guilt hanging over me.
I jump into the ocean and swim a mile out.  Her colony’s coral reef is somewhere under where I’m treading.  I take in a few frenzied gasps, to stock up on air, and dive down.  The sun doesn’t penetrate deep into the ocean so I very quickly was consumed by darkness.
My lungs quickly fall empty and I doubt I was going to be saved by a good samaritan like Wave Jumper again.  Most merpeople are smart enough to
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Braid a Mermaid's Hair
The dragon sets me down in a clearing in the woods.  The moons cast blue light in the open area.  The white grass bends and sways against the wind of the descending beast.  With light thumps, his four feet touch the ground and he folds his wings against his body.  I look around franticly then back at his calm silver eyes.
“Why?!” I demand.  He coos and cocks his head slightly.  Where is a mermaid interpreter when I needed one?  A rough and chilling wind the rips through the grass and leaves.  The beast tilts his head up and sniffs the air.  All the sudden, the clearing lights up with what looked like blue lightning bugs floating around.  The dragon’s head flies from side to side and snaps at the lights.  He jumps to his feet and starts bounding and prancing around the clearing, chasing the lights.  Even the dragons on this planet are like dogs.
A small cluster of blue lights flies up to me and I can finally s
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Ride a Dragon
Dr. Rogers knocks as he comes into my room holding a squeeze bottle and a package of what looked like gauze.  I close the laptop of Cameron’s sleeping face.
“How are you feeling, Isabelle?” he asks as he drops the bag and bottle on a roving cart, pulling it to the bed.  He pulls off my sheet and looks down at the bandages.
“My leg is gone,” I answer with a little more hostility than I meant.  Dad squeezes my hand and Dr. Rogers’s face falls slightly.
“Yes, that is why soon you will be fitted with a prosthetic.  You will be prancing around the beaches in no time.”  His optimism is making me more hostile.  He sits on the foot of my bed and snips away at my bandages, placing their remains on the cart.  I want to look away, but I need to know.  “Almost healed,” he announces with a smile in my direction.  “You’ve been healing much faster than we thought.  Just one more a
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Kick Cancer's Ass
“Welcome to Perdix!” the woman flight attendant chirps over the intercom.  My eyes flutters up and I immediately close them to try and taper them to the blinding florescent lights in the cabin.  “The Earth date is 28 June, local time is 18:57 am, weather is a beautiful, dry 76 degrees.  Please take this time as we are taxiing to stretch and wake up those muscles!”  She is too enthused for this early.  Well, it feels early at least.  It’s been 13 days since I moved.  “Thank you for choosing Perdix Interplanetary Travel, hope to see you again soon!”
When she hangs up the intercom, the cabin is full of yawns and stretching groans.  My arms stretch well, but my right leg, in the cast, was still asleep.  It was impossible to move.  I can’t wait to get outside.  Perdix is the most beautiful place, probably because humans haven’t been on it for very long.  It’s the lone plan
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Literature
Sneak out
I run the sink as I hug the toilet.  I feel bad throwing up the dinner Dad Day made us, but this damn chemo.  Thankfully, it’s my last round for a while.  As I stand up, nearly every joint makes a horrible cracking sound.  I splash my face and hear the clock downstairs chime for the half hour to remind me it was 1230 am.  I sneak back in Alexa’s room, careful not to wake anyone.  Cameron is vegged out on the floor, blanket barely covering any of him, and hair out of his face for once.  He snores ever so quietly.  I crawl back onto Alexa’s bed but in my absence, she has taken the blanket and wrapped herself in it.  I can’t go back to sleep anyway.  All I can think of were those poor creatures taken for their home and locked in those tiny cages.
The clock downstairs chimes again telling me it was one in the morning and I haven’t been able to shake my conscience.  I know I could save them.  I have to
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Step one - Make a list
I wince as my nurse pulls the needle from my vein.  I watch her wrap the tube around the empty metallic bag and tosses it into the biohazard bin next to me.  She squats down to my level and I cross my arms but can’t look over to the nurse I’ve befriended through my chemo these last few months.
“Why do you look so sad, Isabell?” she prompts, laying her hand on my shoulder with a slight squeeze.  “That was your last bag this round.  Your next round isn’t for months.”
“It’s never going to go away,” I mumble dejectedly.  I slide down into the cushions in the chair and sigh heavily.
“Bone cancer is very hard to deal with, doll, but you have been so brave.  We won’t give up so you shouldn’t either, okay?  Your tests have been showing amazing results.”  I appreciate her kind words, but the pain and pills I go through in one day is enough to make me want to give up occasi
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Senses Chapter 8 To Be Continued
In the middle of the night there was a knock at Les’s and Todd’s room.  Les was the one to wake from the quiet noise.  He carefully slipped out from under Todd, whom was using his chest as a pillow, and he answered the knock in the hall.  Both Les and Graves were only in their boxers, but since the showers were open, modesty is something that is not thought of after the first few months.
“Did Mason come talk to you?” Graves mumbled.  Les nodded.  “This is going to be weird.  Just dropping the platoon like that.”  Graves rubbed his arm nervously.
“I’m not going, Graves,” Les spoke up and Graves’s pale brown eyebrows pulled together.
“What do you mean?  This is an order.  We don’t have a choice.”
“I’m not going,” Les repeated, firmly.  “I’m not dropping everything here just for her.”
“I wish that’s the way it worke
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Senses Chapter 7
Todd poked her head up above the horizon of Les’s mattress.  He was staring blankly in that direction and his eyes focused on hers.  He smiled.  She smiled.  He scooted back and she took the invitation to climb up to his bunk.  She snuggled into his blanket and buried her face in his chest.  He wrapped his arm over her tightly.  He took in a deep breath of her hair and felt a sudden calmness.
“You make me so happy, Emily,” he whispered into her hair.
“I was going to say that,” she mumbled.  “Why are you so stressed?”
“That was our old platoon leader.  She kind of just left Graves out to dry when he took over.  Now she talks like everything is okay.  It’s stupid to get so angry over something like that, but Graves was so messed up for so long.  I felt terrible for him.”  She pushed out from his grasp and propped herself up on her elbow.  He turned onto his ba
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Senses Chapter 6
Graves had really stepped up to the plate in the last few weeks since now he was a D7 and of the rank to start leading a platoon.  At first he was really lost in the sauce, but Matson frequently came by to help.  Matson’s new position was company leader since the old company leader had gotten promoted and moved on as well.  So, Matson was always around, sharing her time with the other platoons in the company, keeping order, but showed favor to her old platoon.
That day she decided to run with her old platoon in the morning.  Graves called out Les in the beginning and told him he was going to be the leader and chose the route.  Les took the responsibility in full stride.  The run was long but Les’s cadence callings were well received.  The platoon sang back in high spirits despite the loss of their platoon member that had everyone down recently.  It even helped bring Les up from the dumps.  At the end of the run, everyone was rele
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Senses Chapter 5
One month later, Jackson was bed ridden with a terrible flu.  Matson gave him the day to 'get his shit together', as she stated, but Les had to go to work on his own while Jackson recuperated in bed.  While Les was doing his round, he saw the boy that kept coming to the wall, the one that looked so much like James.  Les looked to either side, down the top of the wall, seeing if he was in the clear, and knelt down to the strange door that appeared every quarter mile.  He pulled on the handle and opened the box to see a neatly collapsed rope ladder inside.  With a simple snatch and a toss over the wall, it fed itself off the side of the wall and Les checked to make sure no one was watching him again.  Of course no one would be there, this was his own mile of wall.  There was no one with in nearly half a mile in each direction from where he dropped the ladder.  Les slowly descended down the side of the wall and touched ground on the Blind side for t
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Senses Chapter 4
At the end of the 12 hour day, Jackson and Les were able to get off the wall because their replacements came.  Les's legs were killing him.  No matter if he was sitting or standing, they felt like they were screaming, telling him to stop what he was doing.  He had never walked so much in his life, and he knew he had to do it the next day.  He dreaded it.  More questions popped into Les's mind as he followed Jackson to the chow hall to get dinner.
"What are we supposed to do if we see someone near the wall?" Les asked as if it were a spontaneous question, but Jackson looked at him cautiously.
"Did you see someone?" Jackson asked.  Les shook his head innocently, Jackson seemed to believe it.  "Uh, nothing much unless you see them scale the wall or seem to be messing with it or if you see the same person over and over.  You know, just if they look suspicious," Jackson explained.  Les nodded slowly.  The person looked so much like Ja
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Senses Chapter 3
When Jackson got back, he laughed at Les's face.  Les's cheeks got warm.  "Get dressed, man," Jackson said.  "I'm going to take a shower then we can go eat and get to work."  Les nodded and put on a fresh pair of pants, an under shirt, and the jacket.  The uniform was made of a light denim material, so he knew the summer was going to be hot in them.  Between the time of getting dressed and Jackson's return, Les put his scattered possessions in his locker.  When he was done, Jackson came back and they left to go eat.  The line for chow was well out the door, so while they waited, Jackson asked about Les's old life, and Les did the same about Jackson.  While Les came from a middle class home in the Blind side, Jackson came from money in the Anosmia side.  While Les was very modest, Jackson loved to show off and brag.  Though they were very different, Les could tell Jackson was having as hard of time with this as he was.
"Did you get
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Senses Chapter 2
The lower ranking opened the door from the outside and Les sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  "Don't run, kid.  It makes us look bad," the Enlisted asked of Les.  Like Les could run.  They seemed to be in the heart of the military base and he was the only one around not in uniform.  Les ducked out of the car and looked around as the Enlisted escorted him into a building.  No on they passed ever seemed to smile.  They all seemed serious, like they dreaded where they were.  That was not very inspirational for Les.  
The building they were headed to stretched to the sky.  Les got dizzy looking up at it.  It was made of dark brown bricks and all four sides were covered in windows.  Almost no buildings had windows where he was from.  The windows glowed from lights inside, since it was well into the night now.  He realized that he missed role call at home.  People have to be in their home at 4 o'clock every nig
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