LilFluff

Coach Leonel Dakin
Physical Education Department
Oyster Bay Junior Academy
Rivelo Dagento Freeport
Mrs. Emmaline Toler
Letterbox 217, Fairfield Couriers
Rivelo Dagento Freeport
Mrs. Toler,
I am pleased to report that since my prior letter Miss Mika's participation in class has been much improved. She had been reporting to class on time and listened to instruction. Miss Mika's performance in the recent gymnastics unit was impressive and I would be pleased to see her in next term's gymnastics class. You may wish to discuss the possibility of an Academy gymnastics scholarship as I believe she could earn one if she continues to put in the same effort shown recently in General Physical Education.
I am less confident about her desire to enroll in introductory swordsmanship. Miss Mika did not treat the swordsmanship unit earlier this year with the seriousness she has shown gymnastics and appeared more interested in talking with her friends or recklessly swinging her wood sword around in the s

"The power of discrimination? I didn't think people admitted that so casually anymore. Are the wraparound sunglasses the new pointy-hoods?" Rick grinned and laughed at his own joke.
"Not that kind of discrimination dork."
"Then why do you call it that?"
Nolan gazed up at the ceiling counting to ten in his head. "Freshmen, they think they know everything already. For your knowledge powers terminology was developed almost a century ago."
"Whatev', what's it mean."
"It means. No, let me show you so you will actually understand. Hand me the note." Nolan pulled a white silk glove off his right hand and held it out for the note that had told Rick where to find him. Let it rest there for a moment before rubbing it lightly between finger and thumb. "Cellulose, silica, not enough fiber to really be rag paper but enough for a marketer to brag about it on the packaging." Lifting the note to his nose he pulled out a pair of nasal plugs and sniffed at it once. "Trace amounts of polyvinyl alcohol, w

David had no idea what the college was thinking. Surely they couldn't believe such research would be tolerated even if the fools in the government dropped the ban. Even one member short, his team would soon put a stop to it. Poor Wilkes would be disappointed to miss the excitement. Who'd ever heard of someone being recalled to active duty just to have their vaccinations brought up to date.
"Damn fool." There was nothing David could do but watch as Mikhail was taken from the airport in handcuffs. What kind of idiot allowed a library fine to fester to the point it became a felony? That would need to be brought up at the next meeting. Anyone who could manage that wasn't someone they needed to have on a strike team.
David knew the old adage well. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. But three times, oh yes the third time it's enemy action. If they were lucky Juan and Amanda would make it out of the terminal without their weapons being detected, but not in time to catch up. The rest

Arizona Winter Walks
A cold wind blowing
my jacket keeps my chest warm.
Must unzip, too warm.
Cold wind still blowing.
Ears, cheeks, and fingers aching.
No earmuffs or gloves.
My Car
Best feature ever!
It is totally paid off.
Horrah, no payments.
I think it smells cash,
warning lamps are lighting up.
A bill, no cash left.
Drive Space
One gigabyte free!
Undreamable in my youth,
today gets warning.
Medicine
Do not take daily.
Death has occurred when taken so.
Take it all at once.
Mumbles
Soft mumbling again comes.
Acknowledge it and stress comes.
Ignore and stress comes.
Writing?
Meant to write today.
Meant to write yesterday too.
Where are those hours?
Archive Binge
I click on Next Page,
Yet nothing new displays.
Caught up. How fleeting.

Century old cartoons it turned out don't form precedent in the courtroom. But money, the lawyers money could buy, and politics still came with influence. Six months and five broken television viewership ratings later the former orphan was ruled to now be Chauncey Davis Zwatl.
"But I never liked being Chauncey," the boy in question told the judge, "Can I be Davis Zwatl?"
Judge Henderson considered the odds he'd make it out of the courthouse without being hounded by reporters yet again. He considered the odds they wouldn't bother coming to a name change hearing. The boy's new mother gave a thumbs up and started nodding when he turned to ask her approval.
"Very well, so ordered. My clerk will update the paperwork before I sign it. Agni Zwatl, congratulations, you are now a mother in the eyes of the law. Young Davis, I wish you the best with your new family. Both of you, please try to avoid finding yourself in my courtroom again."
The new mother and son had almost made to the exit when Jud