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Witness Me Chapter 6
Something occurs to me on the quiet ride back to the office.  I look over at her and smirk.
“What?” she grumbles quietly.
“If you tell me what you are majoring in, I’ll tell you how old the girl is,” I say concededly.  The car jerks as she slams on the breaks.  She looks at me with wild eyes.  The cars behind us blare their horns but she is oblivious.
“Psychology.  Now tell me,” she demands.  The light we are holding up turns red so we have another few seconds to talk.
“You are going to be a therapist and you work in an Asist office?” I criticize with a raised brow.  She rolls her eyes and groans impatiently.
“Where better to study depression?  And did you not hear the whole ‘instant 100%’ part?  Now tell me.  I have 100$ in the pool.”
“Holy shit.  What’s it up to?”  Her eyes narrow and urge me to answer.  I sigh.  “
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Witness Me Chapter 5
I step back into the office and every worker save Betty pops their head out of their cubicle.  I stop in their gazes and look down at Janis with question on my face.
“The pool,” she whispers with a guilty smile.  I find myself irritated.  They all had money at stake of whether this girl was going to live or die.  They act like they’re betting on the super bowl.
“I’m not telling,” I growl at the eight sets of curious eyes.  Six sets of eyes retreat behind their walls.  Chris and Leon remain exposed.
“She’s here,” Janis speaks up.
“Already?” I gasp.  She nods slightly.  I walk back to my corner office.  This one does not have the prestige everyone thinks comes with the title.  There’s no window clad wall with a view over the city or a bump in position or pay raise.  Just a long walk down a worn rug.  Chris and Leon disappear into my tunnel vision.  I pe
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Literature
Witness Me Chapter 5
The three of us sit at the quiet bar.  There are two other people here who are quietly chatting on the other side of the bar top.  Leon and Chris chug a beer in competition.  I’m a bit too old for that.  Chris wins.  As punishment, Leon has to take a shot.  Leon demands a rematch as he slams the empty shot glass on the wooden bar.  He loses again.  Thankfully, our burgers come to save Leon from more embarrassment.
“You think it’s a fake?” Chris asks, leaning around Leon to look at me.  I pick up a fry and shrug.  “Betty is the only one who won’t get in on the pool.”
“That’s because it’s juvenile to bet on this girl’s life,” I grumble bitterly and drop the fry.  I have nothing close to an appetite.  The thought of food mixing around with the mental picture of the girl with the dead eyes nauseated me.  I finish off my beer and wave down the bartender fo
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Witness Me Chapter 4
Dr. Jamison thoroughly reads the letter form the pediatrician as Mr. and Mrs. Jones look caringly down at their child laying on the plastic covered bed.  Their baby girl, Savana, lays calmly on the hospital bed in the silent room.  Mrs. Jones has her hand on her child’s head and she runs her thumb over Savana’s forehead, messing her dark brown hair.  The couple’s hands are gripped tightly.
Dr. Jamison hands the paper back to me.  I start the questions.  Mr. Jones is the one to calmly answer as his wife gets teary.  Savana’s big brown eyes wonder around the ceiling but when she hears her mother sniffle they look at her.  She sucks absentmindedly on her thumb.
Her soft, thin hair is in tiny pigtails and she wears a pink jumper.
After I get Mr. and Mrs. Jones to sign the bottom of the paper, Dr. Jamison snaps on her gloves.  She pushes up Savana’s tiny sleeve and holds her arm steady.  The doctor’s face is so
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Witness Me Chapter 3
“Not hungry?” Chris asks and motions to my untouched plate of two soft tacos.  He shoves the last bite of his hard taco in his mouth.
“Not particularly,” I mumble and push my tray away.  He does not hesitate to grab my plate and slip my tray under his.  I sip on my coke.
“He talk?” he asks as he folds up the tortilla.
“Not a word he didn’t have to.”  My mind is locked in that sterile room.  How Mr. Summers just glared at the ceiling like he was mad at God.
“Mine talked a bit,” he mentions.  I sip my coke more as he continues.  He purses his lips slightly and stares down at the faux wood top of the cafeteria table top.  His eyes are distant, his brain also back in his own sterile room, looking down at his own witness.  “She said ‘there is no tunnel’, her eyes looking all around.  Then she died.  Her eyes were still open.  She died looking for th
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Witness Me Chapter 2
Seven in the morning, I’m rolling over to silence my alarm clock.  After a quick shower, I scrape off my stubble, comb back my hair, and I’m downstairs brewing coffee.  I put some in my travel mug as I hear Marge come alive upstairs.  I pure more coffee into her favorite pink mug with two spoons of sugar and a splash of milk.
I’m out the door by 730 to catch the 735 bus to the train station.  I sneak into the 745 A train north to make it into the office by 805.  Our office is small for being in such a populated area of the city.  We have a large volume of clients for only ten agents.  The building is ten stories tall, though we only occupy half of the third floor.  The other side is a car insurance agency.
I say hello to Janis, our receptionist, as we step into the elevator together.  She’s a petite little blonde.  She used to be filled with so many smiles, now it is rare to get any true emotions from her.  
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Witness Me Chapter 1
The doors open and I move with the crowd onto the A train heading south.  The only seat left is a rear facing seat in the corner and I slip into it before anyone else can.  I pull out my phone, hook up my ear buds, and blare my music.  The tenuities is worth it.  I pull out my beaten-up copy of ‘The Old Man and the Sea’ but I end up just staring at the pages.
All those claims today.  All the claims I have to sort through tomorrow.  That seventy-year-old woman whose husband has just passed.  I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes closed but that only makes the image of her stronger.  How she had to take off her coke bottle glasses to wipe her tears.  How she begged me to put her claim through.
She’s only thirty years older than me.  She still has so much life to live.
Why does she want to die?
On the outskirts of Philadelphia lives a couple.  Married just after the girl’s 18th birthday and spent th
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Literature
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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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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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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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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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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