"Sweet Legend" Tales of Charity Rackham By: Catherine Watkins Part One What's a girl to do? I was moving to a new town to live with my aunt and uncle, since the passing of my mother. I begged and pleaded with my father to let me stay with him, but he said I needed a proper female influence to help raise me. He said I was quite out of control and he couldn't take care of his duties, raise my three brothers and keep track of me. My father was the Commodore of the shipping docks in...

A Second Chance   By: Catherine Watkins             The Stranger   The spring season started off really exciting. I had just finished my last year of schooling and was really looking forward to just relaxing and being totally lazy. But my parents had other plans for me. They expected me to be even more helpful in running the fruit and vegetable stand that was along the highway and working more in the fields to plant and harvest the fruits and vegetabl...

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When Sam and I had finished going through Aaron's and Casey's clothes and stuff, we decided that we would move into a smaller place. With just the two of us we certainly didn't need a two story, four bedroom home. And besides, it was so lonesome and the house seemed so empty without them. We found a nice one story house near the gym right off the main street and after we had settled in, and since it was spring, we had a huge open house party. Everyone came, even Caleb. It was a blast and I o...

The first few days of 'Silence' were pretty busy, with everyone getting settled and all the elite soldiers, including myself, were unpacking some of the weapon crates and checking out the annihilation, semi-automatic machine pistols or 'death guns', as we had all nicknamed them. They were so fucking cool! I couldn't wait to try one of them out. But since we were in 'Silence' mode, we had to wait till we were outside to shoot them. Of course, we would have to wait a couple more months, once th...

Prologue: It was a dark rainy lighting filled night as she lay dying in her bed. The shards of glass from the pitcher embedded deeply in her flesh and organs. How could he have done this, was her last thought on this God forsaken earth. Part One: The streets were wet with rain from the hellish storm the night before. My partner and I stopped in front of the beautiful old brownstone building where the victim lived. We had just gotten the call, as we were headed out for the day on another murde...

The Escape I was breathing hard as I entered the abandoned building. Damn! How had they tracked me so fast? I thought my cover had been pretty good. There must have been some kind of leak from my side. But who would betray our cause? I certainly couldn't think of anyone. Stealthily, I made my way through the rooms, looking for an escape, I couldn't let them catch me. It would be my death, that is, after they tortured me. They would also think they could break me, but I'd die first! It didn't...