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Here is an excerpt from the Children's Story
"You Have to Try and Try to Learn How to Fly"

So Baby Bird walked over to Mr. Frog and said 
“Mr. Frog, won’t you help me back up into my nest?” 
Why don’t you simply fly back up the tree to your nest?” 
said Mr. Frog. “Because I try and I try and I just can’t fly” 
cried Baby Bird. “But you’re a bird” said Mr. Frog, 
“and all birds can fly if the try.” “I know” said Baby Bird, 
“but I try and I try but I’ll never learn how to fly.” 
“You can’t give up” said Mr. Frog. “Now I can’t fly, but 
I can help you to try. 
If you climb on my back, I’ll jump up high. 
Then you can try to learn how to fly.” “I’ll try” said Baby Bird.

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Here is an excerpt of a short story entitled:

MARTIAN DAY

      “Come on you stupid piece of junk!” he screamed, out

of control. He then started pounding on the top of it,

then kicking it. “I aint got time for this,” he

continued. “Don’t do this to me,” now pleading as if

the dryer had a mind of it’s own. Pounding and

kicking the machine, Johnny was now in a panic. He

started to sob and plead to himself, “NO MORE

DRUGS, I PROMISE NO MORE! I CAN’T HANDLE IT

ANYMORE! I CAN’T COPE WITH.........”


      The dryer lights then snapped back on and the machine

bolted to life. The cycle began. The motor was turning. 

The clothes were now drying. Just as quickly as the dryer

went from acting crazy to operating normally, Johnny 

went from panic to calm. He wiped the sweat and tears 

from his face and somberly started walking back toward 

the den to garage door. 

    All of a sudden again the dryer stopped, the lights 

on it went dark and the overhead garage light went out. 

Standing still and in complete darkness, Johnny started 

to panic. He felt something brush up against his arm, 

then something else crawl on his leg. In a panic he began 

to run for where he thought the den to garage door was but 

tripped over the leg of the bench and fell flat on his face. 

Things were now crawling all over his body, he was sure of 

it. 

     “Black Widows, Black Widows!!”, he screamed. He began 

frantically swiping, brushing and slapping himself all 

over in an attempt to rid himself of those death monsters. 

He was in full panic. Screaming at the top of his lungs,

he rolled over and over on the concrete floor shaking

and convulsing his body, “NO, NO GET OFF OF ME,

GET OFF GET OFF!” 

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Excerpt from the full length story

MONSTERS

        Everyday, surrounded by them. They don't sleep 

or do they?  Every hour is a challenge. A challenge

to stay alive. A moment caught behind is a moment no

more.  They are relentless. More hideous than the 

worst of the most terrible nightmares anyone could 

have. They show no remorse but why should they? They are 

nothing  like  us.  No one really knows what they 

look like, up close.  Are they of this earth?  

Only God knows. Or does he? These things could not 

be of him for why would he deliver us such awful 

evil?  No time to think.  Must keep moving. I must 

try to get back to town before dusk. Yes, must stay 

alert and keep moving.

 A moment behind is a moment no more. 

					
    
The hills are really dry this year.  How could 

anything live, yet thrive in this environment?  

Nothing but dirt and dry brush. And them.  

I must be a fool to do  this.  They're 

probably wagering on me back home. Will I come back?

If I do, then will I be in one piece?  If I come 

back in one piece,  will I  be infected? If I am 

infected, will I be infected with the contagious 

bug or just the other slowly and painfully insanity bug?  

Insanity bug?  Ha!  Yeah!  That's a good name for it. 

The Insanity Bug, get yours today!  Hmmm, listen to me, 

I'm already going crazy and I am not infected.  Not yet.  

And I hope never. Oh why am I doing this? Out in 100 

degree weather, looking for something that can kill me. 

I must be infected, with stupidity. Oh well, 

just keep moving.


A moment behind is a moment no more. 

					
      
A couple of miles from the home camp, a
	  
young boy who had strayed away from his family (who were a 

half mile away collecting fruit for the evening's dinner),  

was playing in the stream splashing the water furiously.  

His parents had warned him about making noises and 

attracting attention when not at home, but he had never

seen these monsters that everyone was always talking and 

warning everyone about.  For all he knew  and cared about 

for the moment was, there was nothing out here that could 

hurt him - he was going to make all the noise he wanted. 

But before he could begin on his attempt to be loud, a 

shadow appeared out of nowhere and the child's screams, 

like the blood(what little was left), faded away down the 

peaceful stream. At that instant is when the mother discovers 

that her son is missing.  She screams knowing that it 

may be too late. The entire family runs in search of 

the boy, all knowing that they are all risking their 

lives. But time runs out and night begins to fall 

quickly, so the father orders everyone to make for home 

quickly. No one argues much except the mother but after 

consultation  with the father, she realizes it is too late,  

for if he were alive, he would have returned by now. 


       
They were not alert enough. They were a moment 

behind.  Standing in front of them, with fresh blood 

on it's skin, was a creature,  one that had just eaten,  

by the looks of it, and was still hungry,  judging by the 

look of intention in it's eyes. The father  yelled  for  

everyone to take off in different directions.  The 

two teenage girls instinctively went running in 

the same direction,  but the creature paid no attention

to them, for the one standing in front of it was the one 

who was making the most commotion.  In one swipe,  

the creature lifted the father and flung  him like 

a rag doll,  against a boulder thirty feet away, 

changing the rock's and the surrounding area's color.  

The  mother and the other remaining son did manage 

to flee down a hill keeping their distance.  It seems 

the farther the noise is apart, the more confused the 

creatures got.  At least that is what the mother as 

thinking, unaware of  her son yelling at her to look out. 

The moment she realized someone was yelling,  a thing 

that resembled a claw,  ripped  through  her chest,  

pulling away  her  heart. She stumbled  a couple more 

steps and fell into a large crater in  the ground,  

all to the delight of the creatures hatchlings. The son 

seeing his mother being eaten by these things,  

ran wildly back up the hill. He continued running 

becoming quicker and quieter as the minutes past.  

Soon though it was too dark to run, so he found  a 

place in some bushes and sat very quietly.    

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