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"Jeremiah Johnson" Jack really did not want to be here right now.  But, he had made a bet and now he had to follow through.  Jack had lost in a high stakes game of Parcheesi with his friend Sean, and was now condemned to entering the grounds of Restful Heart, the local cemetery, and finding the tombstone with the name "Jeremiah Johnson" and making a rubbing of it by placing a piece of paper over the engraving and sliding a crayon lengthways over it.   Restful Acres was a giant cemetery stretched over 3 acres of rolling hills.  It was surrounded on all sides by a large and black, though tasteful, gate.  The only way in or out that Jack cou

"Two jobs in one week," Rivera thought, "I'm really raking it in." The Head-Guardsmen had had quite a price on his head. Or was it finger? And the sword, which Rivera had thought about pawning but didn't, would really come in handy for the next job. The bounty was on a Banker.  One who had cheated his employer out of a fairly large sum of money.  The Banker had taken money out of the employer's account, and then ran.  Rivera neither knew why the Banker had done this, nor cared.  Either way, it was money in his pocket soon.   The employer had tracked the banker to a small town just east of Crossgrade.  But since Crossgrade had the eastern-

Their eyes were oddly colored.  His were dull and grey, while hers were bright and blue.  Rivera decided that fate had taken the man's eye color and had given it to the women.  Not that it mattered; he was after someone else.  Rivera crossed the entry hall to where they were seated.  He waited for them to speak, as was customary.   "What brings you here, Carrier?"  When the man spoke it was in English, not Alamaic as Rivera had expected.   Shifting gears in his head Rivera replied, "I have been Called." "For whom?" "Your Head-Guardsmen, Chronom." "If we refuse?" "I'll have to kill you," Rivera said while quietly disrobing, revealing wor

                                          Physics Concepts and Theories of Shooting Firearms  When shooting firearms there are an infinite amount of variables, theories, and concepts that affect the way the bullet performs.  For this project I am using a 50 Grain Solid Base Ballistic Tip (yellow) .270 Caliber (.277") bullet shot from a Winchester rifle with a Shiten barrel that is 24" in length, with 52 grains of H 4350 gun powder. Of the many theories and concepts the one that is the most used is Ballistic Coefficient.  While it is the most used, it is also the most confusing.  Ballistic Coefficient can be described as C = Drag Decele

      He just wanted it to end; the pain, the sadness, the repetitiveness of it all.  He couldn't take it anymore, so here he was.  In his room about to go through what he had once heard called "The Hemmingway Solution."  He didn't know how it had gotten that name, but supposed it would still be effective enough.  Not like the other ways he had thought about.  The thought of asphyxiation appalled him.  That ruled out the rope, drowning, and plastic bags.  He didn't have a car, or the knowledge to steal one, so he couldn't drive off of or into a bridge.  He held only contempt for wrist cutters.  That was for babies who were either didn't reall

                                               Chapter 5 - Evolution Clutching its useless right arm with its left, the thing ran wildly searching for cover.  It finally found solace in a cabin on the edge of a small clearing of the woods.  Unheeding to caution, it barreled through the front door, knocking over an elderly man who had his arms full of groceries.  It wasted not but a second to sink its two huge incisors into the soft wrinkly flesh of the man's neck.  The geriatric was dead after a faint gargle in the back of his throat, but the thing used its good arm to tear out his eyes and tongue.  It sat on him for sometime after that stra

     Only a month out of his metal womb, and already Truman felt his life was back on the right track.  He had met Lauren just two days after his escape from the set, and had proposed to her a fortnight later.  He was still being hounded by the media, paparazzi, and crazed fans.  He had divorced himself from the show in every way he could, so when he never heard from someone from The Truman Show he thought the less to do with them, the better.  His separation was so total that he wouldn't read fan mail, wouldn't star in commercials, wouldn't even do TV interviews. But for all that Truman was having problems adapting to life on the outside.

Chapter 4 – Opposition "Hot damn Jax!  I think you got it," whispered Williams to his partner. "Yeah, but only a grazing shot," replied the James "Jax" Jackson, as the rest of the six man squad quietly approached. "Report, Jackson," said the team's commanding officer as he approached. "Sir! We spotted the thing across the field running southeast about 200 yards away.  I took a shot at him, but it didn't drop it," Jax looked down slightly embarrassed. "At this point we are unsure wither it was hit." "Ok. Jax you and Williams see if you can find it or blood.  Do not put yourselves into extreme danger, but don't be pussies either," The