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Jack grab snacks from movie Theater stand. Jack hear woman at stand and look up see worker give him popcorn and movie Ticket. Unknown stranger woman look at him not blank or take eyes off him. When man turn around to her Direction she disappear. Jack want in movie theater.

Movie theater was very crowd. Movie sound is very loud. So many action in the screen, dont know where that women been. Then Jack smell something wrong, no nobody release gas, but the movie theater is very big bomb. Booooom Jack go away in time.

Jack had no time to think, so he had to improvise. Theater security confiscated his pistol, so what could he use as a weapon? Time was moving fast and he didn’t want to panic the crowd by telling them they were literally inside a bomb, so he just hoped he could disarm it in time.

How could he even start looking for the bomb? There was too much people around and they can easily see what he would be up to!

So he decided to simply not look for it. Instead, he turned hastily and walked up the street to his family's restaurant. All that thought of bombs made him hungry for scrambled eggs and black coffee, except he suddenly remembered that he forgot to put his shoes on this morning.

The sign on the door read “no shirt no shoes no problem”, so he walked right in. “Hey little sister won’t you make me some eggs?” He sang as he poured himself a cup of joe. He took a pair of flip flops from the rack by the till and went to the corner booth.

No one had ever serenaded the chicken before, & she blushed under her feathers. "Buck-buck!" she said, which roughly translates to "Anything for you." Instantly she deposited 8 eggs in her nest, then demurely slid to the side so he could see them. He nodded. "Brown eggs. Exotic!"

Okay now it’s getting a little weird. Who in his right mind would do such a thing a a chicken? Of course, who else could it be but Cletus. Not again! The hen laid green eggs on his plate of ham, and Dr. Seuss happened to notice this somehow. Who knew it was based on a true story?

And he just wanted some of them too. How could anyone say no to this!? He couldn't take back what he'd done though because the egg is literally sitting in front of him! It's almost begging him to eat it!
Well that wasn't going to happen because Cletus has no idea how he got here

and time was running out. Still, the temptation was unbrearable. Taking one last good look at the Egg, he dashed out of the room to figure out where he was, and, more importantly, how to escape. Cletus suddenly tripped and fell into

Life Ethically dicey ways. Acknowledge the lie is one letter short of f. Rolling the dice I looked to the skyline

The Emerald City gleamed. I prayed that luck would shine its glorious green light on me. The dice settled into position. I unsquinted one eye, then two. Could it be? Bless my E's it was Eleven! I ran to the front office, laid down my chips, and heard the magical word: Excellent.

Jack vs. Cletus

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Rietje Becker

Toni's dog Goober only obeyed one command: dig! So, Toni told it to dig anytime and anywhere just to show how obedient the dog could be. One day Goober dug too far.

Goober went all the way to the other side of the Earth, surpassing past human efforts. We needed advanced diggers and drills to bore a hole in the ground, but Goober did it with its own two paws. Who’s a goofy Goober? Just one problem — now Goober is lost. It barked for Toni, but

Toni never learnt from her mistakes. That wasn’t the first time she lost Goober. She couldn’t even find Goober within her own house. The dog was a master of disguise. Goober, realising it ended up in Germany, masqueraded as a German shepherd. Can’t be raising any questions.

Goober studied hard and became a seeing eye dog. The most remarkable unrelated fact was that Goober was the only dog in the world who could see color.

He'd always thought of that as an ironic quirk, one that meant that he could never truly be himself. But then his mother said it had been given to him by a man named Dr. Wily, and he believed her so completely it hurt. Now it seemed like everything else he did was given to him

Too much to think about, he realized. If he had learned anything this past week it was to live in the moment. All this introspection made him hungry. Time for dinner! And from now on he would not invite his mother.

The Old Dog's New Tricks

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"So here’s the thing," says the crow, "if you’ve never heard of me, hear me now. I’m your least expected fortune teller. I’m the one that brings death and despair. Yield to me, so I shall spare you from your doomed fate."
"Foolish," says the human.

“What was that, mortal?” “You heard me,” the human says, “Foolish.” “Is that how you treat the bringer of death, destruction and despair? Show some respect — hey are those seeds? Caw caw caw gimme!”

I tossed a few seeds near the door, the avian demon alighted and pecked them up. I tossed a handful of seeds onto the porch, and he hopped out. As he snacked, I shut the sliding door, latched it, and placed a broomstick in the track.

"That's that," I said & flopped into my easy chair to resume reading the day's paper. The wind howled outside & sleet rapped at the windows. I could hear the devil-bird whining, scratching at the sliding door like a puppy. I tried to ignore it, but the sad moans & sighs got to me

so much that I let the poor thing in my room, where the fireplace crackled and the cat purred softly. Then the cat got up and clawed at the devil-bird, hissing aggressively. The bird pecked at it. I had to intervene. “Alright, you two, there will be no fighting in my house!”

Over time they grew more tolerant. They shared a common interest: crackers. Working together, the bird would push the package off the shelf, the cat would open it up. Each delicious golden cracker softened their differences, and many destroyed boxes later they were best friends.

Harbinger of Saltines

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And we will make you our slaves.” It said as if speaking to a mere pet, and yet those words struck fear into their hearts for reasons they did not want to acknowledge. The being smiled a cruel smile of victory as it spoke; “We have waited for your arrival.”

Jerry prostrated and accepted the being as overlord, while Beth was a little more resistant. The being grabbed Morty and Morty confessed the being as lord. “You son of a beach, I’m in.” But Rick barged in just in time.

Rick had some experiences with overlords. He'd led the rebellion against Gardonn the Sublime & helped Sooline III conquer G'Jabraz the Fetid in the Ammonite Wars. Pulling his sword, Skullbanger, from his sheath he stood between the overlord & his friends & cried, "This ends now!"

The overlord snapped his fingers, and a lackey with a clipboard appeared. “May I see your sword permit, sir?”, he asked. “My cause is just, step aside!”, Rick yelled. The lackey frowned and said “in that case I also need to see your crusade license?”

What's with this place and its permits? What's up next - a permit to breathe the air too? This was ridiculous! This really bothered Rick and made him see red. The lackey's face was as straight as a smooth rock could ever be and this pissed Rick off even more! This was unbearable!

Rick, in a fit of rage, stabbed the lackey in his chest. With a knife. The lackey drew his last breath. “Oi mate, you got a stabbing loisence for that, mate?” And then he died in a pool of his own blood. “Let’s go home, Morty,” Rick placed his hand on Morty’s shoulder. “Aww man…”

The being was enormous; larger than anything they’d ever encountered in this place. A massive red glow surrounded the being as it stared into them. “This world has been made anew. In its stead we will rebuild our empire. We will make this place a paradise.

Night Owls

Night Owls: Part II

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Its been three days. I haven't seen a single thing all day that didn't want to kill me. I'm out of food and my compass is still broken - great. My only choice is to wander deeper into the forest. I don't want to, but I'm so lost already I don't know how things could get any worse

That's when I came upon the cliff. A sheer cliff dropping down into mists. No idea what was at the bottom, and no safe way to climb down. Across the chasm, nothing was visible. I had a choice: turn right, turn left, or go back the way I came through the deep dark woods of death.

That was when I remembered I had a flashlight. I flicked the switch on and pointed it down at the lifeless void below me. Still I could see nothing, no ground in sight. I tied a sturdy rope to a rock and my waist and began my descent down the high and mighty cliff.

I made my way down into the void, gently and slowly. I was doing fairly well, until my foot slipped, and

I quickly grabbed for one of the shimmering stones that lined the wall beside me. Of course, my hand was damp with sweat and slipped right off.

"Doggone it!" I cried. That was the second hand I'd lost that week. I watched it tumble into the abyss like a dropped glove. Where was I going to get a new hand at this hour & in this pit? The shimmering stones would have to wait. I called Doc Bierhals my prosthetics man to ask

for a pair of hands. He quickly arrived at the scene and my hands were good as new. Now time to grab the shimmering stones and complete the Million Mitten. Not as great as the Infinity Gauntlet, but it will do. I marvelled at the possibilities of what I could do.

For the first time in my life, I felt scared of my own powers. There was too much uncertainty in my future. Will people millions of years later see my actions as a blunder?

Will they hate me for my lack of control? Will people even care what I did? I couldn't find any answers because there were no books, not that I could go ask around because I was still in high school and my parents wouldn't let me leave unless there was an emergency.

My plan involved an open window, shoe box and the classroom hamster. "Hammy seems to have escaped." I pointed at the window. "I'll get him." I said, holding up the box (the Hamster was, of course, already in the box). Once home my parents hugged me. Then yelled about the hamster.

Void Homework

Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

Her hair was short and dark brown but her face was soft with youth. He could just make out the scar that ran diagonally across her right cheek. She stared straight ahead, as if unaware of Jerry’s presence. He had hoped to find her here today

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

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