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My daddy often asked me to go hunting with him. He told me he could show me how to hold a gun and all that. My daddy is a good hunter; he can shoot a deer from miles away. That’s what it seems like anyways. Daddy says I could be a darn good hunter one day too if I wanted to. He asks me all the time, almost every day even. But I refuse. There ain’t no point in killing those animals, I think to myself. They are just minding their own business and doing whatever deer do, so why ruin that? I can understand if you’re an Indian. Those Indians shot deer to eat when there was nothin’ else around. But we don’t need to eat any wild animals. We’re okay, even if we aren’t the wealthiest of families, we’re okay. I don’t disrespect Daddy and all; it’s just sometimes I wish that he wouldn’t do that. It’s kind of unnatural when you think of it in a way. Mother Nature put deer on this earth and they die when they’re ready, not when a person is hungry. I don’t tell daddy these thoughts, I keep them to myself most of the time. But I do tell him that I won’t go hunting. No way would I ever go hunting.Posted By Carson On 08.27.2012 @ 9:35 pm
The Spaniard walked up now, carrying the battery-pack in one hand. It was shiny and sliver, like a necklace, but shaped like a shampoo bottle. It was impracticable in appearance and shape.
“Are you ready?” The Spaniard asked. We nodded.
Into the marketplace we went.Posted By Carson On 10.20.2011 @ 5:19 pm
The man in the suit walked up to the tank. He slid his fingers over the rusted chasis, and tapped twice on the hull.
“Which year did you salvage this from?”
“Funny, I assumed they didn’t have tanks back then.”
“The machine messes with the flow. You know that.”Posted By Carson On 09.10.2011 @ 5:20 pm
Steve came out of the building, the box of choclate bars under his arm, and walked to his car. He opened the door, and put them on the front seat.
A figure came up behind him, and put a gun into his back.
“Do you have any… chocolate bars?”
The figure shot Steve. Steve died.
It was the strangest case in downtown Mongolia.Posted By Carson On 09.08.2011 @ 9:09 pm
Boye entered the next room, and saw row upon rows of copper monuments the size of lamps. They looked like lamps as well.
“What are they?” he asked Jim. “Trophies.” “What for?” “Bowling.” “Oh. I didn’t know you bowled.” “I don’t” he said, and left to the next room.Posted By Carson On 07.18.2011 @ 1:53 pm
Terry held onto the lobes of his ears, and pulled. He thought this was something that you would do when you felt sick, but that was only because that is what he had seen on television.
Or was it television.
He slapped his forehead, and tried to concentrate; the nuclear launch codes were somewhere in his heads.Posted By Carson On 06.07.2011 @ 3:36 pm
I pulled on my favorite plaid jacket and stepped out into the rain. Ugh, i hated rain. It had always frustrated me. But i knew i had to get through it if i wanted to get to … him. Liam. My best friend, my boyfriend, my everything. He was the only reason I drug myself through life.Posted By Carson On 06.05.2011 @ 11:39 am