Demifiction/Scene: Letter and Parent Teacher Night
Coach Leonel Dakin
Physical Education Department
Oyster Bay Junior Academy
Rivelo Dagento Freeport
Mrs. Emmaline Toler
Letterbox 217, Fairfield Couriers
Rivelo Dagento Freeport
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
"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 R
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 wh
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.
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.
One gigabyte free!
Undreamable in my youth,
today gets warning.
Do not take daily.
Death has occurred when taken so.
Take it all at once.
Soft mumbling again comes.
Acknowledge it and stress comes.
Ignore and stress comes.
Meant to write today.
Meant to write yesterday too.
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 h
"If I may cite Peabody vs New York, 1959, this matter has already been decided."
The younger of the two police officers at the door blinked at the alien. "The what of when?"
"It was on your television just the other day. Like Mister Peabody and his Sherman I saw this poor orphan boy and decided I could give him a good home. If you'll allow a dog to adopt a boy then why not me?"
The officer continued to look confused until his older partner whispered something in his ear.
"Miss Zwatl, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but that was a cartoon. There are rules. You can't just take kids off the street."
The boy in question leaned around
Stupid aliens. Stupid alien invasions. TV lied. Becoming a mecha pilot was supposed to be awesome. How'd he end up doing this?
"Unit Green Two, ready for launch?"
"Green Two, ready."
It was as if a giant kicked the back of his seat when the electromagnetic catapult grabbed his two ton walking robot and flung it into the night sky. A bare thirty seconds of free fall before the magnetic chute deployed, it's invisible wings of force slowing him to land with muffled thuds on the city pavement.
"Green Two, I've landed at the designated zone. No activity in the area."
"Roger Green Two, proceed with mission."
"Proceeding." Stepping the robot o