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Red Red, Red You always jump on the bed. Orange Orange, Orange You have to pull a juicy orange from the tree. Yellow Yellow, Yellow You have to look at the gold sun Green Green, Green You must go climb a mountain, Try to touch a green leaf from a tree. Blue Blue, Blue You must stand at the top, Look at the sky. Indigo Indigo, Indigo Most of the world is crazy over the ocean, You must dive from the mountain top. Violet Violet, Violet You have to look for the light purple shell. -Dana Smith
Beach I was walking On the sand I saw many Birds flying In the sky, And the beautiful beach with a few boats on the blue ocean, High mountains near shells on the sand, I tried to find beautiful shells to keep for myself. -Ying Bei Chen
HAPPY NEW YEAR! H appiness all over A nd excitement gets out of hand P arty all night P arty all morning Y 'all gotta have fun! N ever want to stop! E verlasting drinking and eating W ild people becoming true animals Y awning but happily for it is next year! E lated and worn out, starting to drive home ... A ccident! ... Didn't know which side of the road ... R esting in peace ... January 1, 1991 ! ! -Kathy Lindsay
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"Sure, The room number is 406A. Here is the key, sir, and enjoy your stay here." This reply was made by a smiling Italian lady who stood elegantly behind the front desk. As Golgo 13 headed for the elevator, he heard a lady's sweet voice. "Mr. Bobby Namasta. Phone for you, Mr. Namasta." "Thank you ma 'am." He took the phone, walked to the lobby room, and sat down on the big, green and soft sofa. Once he made himself comfortable, he spoke, "Yes, what can I do for you?" "Golgo 13, you are lucky to be alive, so far for now, but you can not live any longer unless you cancel the mission. But for now, I am glad that you are alive, but please consider dropping the mission, suspend the mission, repeat, suspend the mission," begged Khan. All Golgo 13 did was to stare at the phone speechlessly. Quickly, he looked around the lobby for the suspicious figures, then got his ears focused on the phone. Khan sounded very upset over the phone and ordered him to revoke the mission. ''Drop the mission, Golgo 13 .'' "Revoke my mission, sir?" "Yes, repeat, correct! " Golgo 13 kept his wig on to cool himself off. "Khan, I have not gone this far to stop. Besides, I never drop my mission. Read the morning newspaper tomorrow morning.' ' Khan gasped and got very nervous, he looked down amund, start足 ed begging Gologo 13 to suspend the dangerous mission. "Sorry ... I cannot obey your orders anymo ..." Golgo 13 got interrupted and listened to the phone. He heard a gunshot over the phone. "Please suspend ... the ... mission ...;' gasping Khan asked. Golgo 13 pushed the elevator number 4 and heard the bell ring twice. He searched for his room on the fourth floor of Miningaton Hotel. The doorknob clicked loudly as it opened the door. The creaking noise echoed loudly across the hallway; Golgo 13 closed the door quietly. Then, he dropped his two leather suitcases on the king size bed. Inside, the suitcase contained a set of rifles. Assem足 bling the parts together as carefully as he could, Golgo 13 glanced at the silver, expensive European watch on his left wrist. He walked across the room to the kitchen, loosened the drapes, and turned the laser power on his rifle. He looked at the watch again. It was 12:04 p.m. He opened the refrigerator and found nothing except for a box of mothballs.
Disgusted Golgo 13 ran to the living room, turned the light off as the doorbell rang. Silently Golgo 13 waited as the person gave up ringing the doorbell. He decided to finish the job so he could get the first afternoon flight back home. He walked loudly towards the living room window. Click! The window opened so wide. He took a long look at the beautiful view. The famous gunner, Golgo 13, knelt down and watched the other brick building. The drug dealer resided in that building. His keen eyes seached for him in his powerful telescope and then he found him on second floor near the other side of the building. He got his rifle and set the target. Unlocked the saftey lock. Took a careful look and studied the face of the drug dealer, it matched with the pix that he received from Khan. Knelt really long enough. Then he lit his imported cigarette. He took a long breath and flicked the cigarette outside and aimed his rifle perfectly. Golgo 13 was thinking very carefully and used his inner courage to shoot. His forehead was dripping with sweat; the drops touched his fingers where he was go足 ing to pull the trigger. Click! Blaml! The sound of the flying bullet diminished. Swish!! Crash!! The window broke. (Splat) The brain of Mr. Thomas burst into pieces and splattered all over the wall. The blood spewed into the whole room. Golgo 13 quickly unset his rifle and locked the suitcase. Hurriedly, Golgo 13 ran down the steps to the exit. He glanced at his watch and shouted loudly, "Thxi, taxi." Running Golgo 13 rushed through the narrow hallway with a lot of people milling around, bumped his way through them, and caught the plane on time. Sitting quietly, Golgo 13 thought, "Going back to Germany was the most pleasant time of his mission." (9:38 a.m.) At a fancy German restaurant, Golgo 13 sat on the white steel chair and ate his breakfast in his favorite place. He wore his favorite white suit with a black tie. The waitress asked Mr. Golgo 13 if he wanted a USA TODAY newspaper and Golgo 13 pleasantly answered, "Yes." He reached for the newspaper and read the front page. There was a picture of a dead drug lord dealer. The man laughed as he read the newspaper. He took his cup of imported Italian fresh coffee and drank some of it. With his keen eyes, he suspiciously spotted a man with a white suit and a black tie. There was a resemblance ... the exact same face of Golgo 13. Gol足 go 13 was choked to death by another man behind him. The strange, mysterious man with a white suit and a black tie sat down and drank Golgo 13's coffee. He had the last laugh on Golgo 13. He enjoyed the bright sun shining into his bright blue eyes.
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She ran, rushing to escape the clutches of th� dark, but it was catching up, stalking closer with every step she made. Sweat streamed down her face, red with exhaustion. Her chest beat up and down with heavy, quick beats. Her fists tight, ready to fight if she needed to. Her bare feet pounded on the hard, wet road, in match ing rhythm to her breathing. Her pale pink nightgown clung to her muscular body, wet from the splashes of water as she ran.. Her blond shoulder-length hair stuck to her face, some strands flying behind her. Shelia glanced back a few times to see how close Darkness was. Each glance resulted in a panicked look in her dark green eyes, and she pushed herself harder. She turned a corner and hid behind a huge oak tree. Holding her breath as much as she could, and careful not to make a sound, she tried to climb the tree to no avail. Darkness loomed from all sides, it turned the same corner Shelia turned and reached out for her behind and grabbed her. She screamed, and Darkness lunged into her. Shelia's voice became raw from screaming, and darkness continued to lunge into her, shaking her with every plunge. She let herself go, giving up as she shook .. . like a rag doll. Joe woke up with a start as he heard a scream ring out through the night. He sat up in bed and listened. There it was again, that bone-chilling scream that would scare anything that was alive. Joe checked his clock, 2:04 a.m. "2:04 in the morning! Who the hell would be awake and scream ing at this hour?" he said to himself. "Unless they're having some good old-fashioned fun! Ha! I amaze myself with these jokes!" He threw the comforter off himself and quickly got out of bed and walked across the room to the curtained windows. Pulling back the curtains, he saw a young woman being violently shaken by an unseen person. He was awed at the sight. Her body was being jerked on the ground, her clothes tattered and torn, her mouth was open, screaming that bone-chilling scream. Her eyes were wide open in terror and pain. Joe turned and ran out of his room. He ran down the hallway and down the steps, three at a time. He grabbed a flashlight from the coat closet and rushed out the front door. He stumbled and slipped over the grass as he ran across in bare feet to the huge oak tree where the shaking girl was.
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He shined his flashlight at the girl and as the light hit the girl, the shaking and the screaming suddenly stopped. He cautiously walked towards the girl, who was now crying softly; she hid her face in her hands. Joe kneeled on the wet ground, crouching next to the girl. He reached out a hand, tan from hours of working in the California sun as a lifeguard, and gently put it on her shoulder. As he did that, the girl screamed, jerked back from him and spat in his face. He also jerked back in fright and amazement at what the girl had done. "Why you little ... I was trying to help you, and this is what I get?" Joe remarked in anger to the girl. He could feel the girl's green eyes bore through his own with hatred. He got up to leave and let the girl fend for her self with whatever it was that she was fighting with. "Wait! Don't go!" Shelia called out tenderly and with remorse. "Why should I? After what you did, I don't think anyone else would wait for you," said Joe angrily. "I'm sorry;' she said softly. "You're sorry! A fat lot of good that will do me! It's not gonna take back what you just did! Besides, what the hell was going on be fore I came along?" Joe spat out. The moment he said that, he immediately regretted it for once again those dark green eyes filled with hate and bore through his own. (To be continued in the spring issue) -Jennifer Miers
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