El Toro. He is bold, brave, fierce. Will I be his equal? Will I be as brave? I am Campeón Torero, the champion. How many bulls have I faced? We come together for the danza, the dance. Only one will walk away.
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Zappow! A blast of neutron energy bounced off the bow deck plates of Captain Michael Clifford’s space cruiser. “Sorkon raiders! Commander Lancelot, defensive plan 3-5-1,” Captain Michael gave the order to his second in command. He could not afford to lose his ship, the GS Skookum Apples. His cargo was too precious. Captain Michael had
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Michael Clifford owned a castle. The only one on the block. Not the usual castle made of chairs and blankets. Sir Michael scoffed at those. He called them peasant tents. His castle had real walls, rough-cut, of velvety green and rustic shades of brown and gray. His castle even had a moat, at least when
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No one expected such a finely built clock to die. But upon its death, no one cared. For one hundred years the clock stood on the corner in front of the jewelry store, faithful to keep the town on time. Two bright white faces with long, slender, finger-like black hands could be seen from either
Beyond the old arch is an eerie night forest with designs on you The townspeople called me Daddy’s Boy and “that little dandy” behind my back. If I hadn’t been born in this area, they would have called me much worse. My name is Clayton Smith. If I had any friends, they’d call me
