Yellowhammer and PresetStarting in Richmond…
“Alabama, what the hell are you wearing?” South Carolina spats in disgust.
“Um, my uniform?”
“Are you that stupid?! I said gray, not canary yell’a!” South Carolina grabs him and starts shaking Alabama. “I swear, if we loose because of you, Yell’a hammer, I’m gonna kill ya!”
“South Carolina! Alabama! Stop messing around!”
South Carolina immediately stops and lets Alabama go, leaving Alabama dizzy on the floor.
“You two should no better.”
“But Virginia, he isn’t wearing the right colors!”
“I’m sorry. I failed to get the info. The Yanks have cut off my telegraphic lines just as I got the first half of the message,” Alabama awkwardly stands back up.
“That’s alright, Alabama. I’ll get you one. And South Carolina, please try to control yourself. I can’t afford any flukes.”
50 States' Adventures: Remembering...“You are right.”
Sitting in the library, glancing through the window, Delaware ponders. Virginia sits next to him.
“Right about what?”
“Can’t you believe it has been 150 years sense the War but, it’s like it’s still going on. You are right, on certain accounts of course.”
“Delaware, stop that.”
“You are torturing yourself. I know it happened and it shouldn’t be forgotten but, you shouldn’t force this regret fullness upon yourself.”
“I can’t seem to help it. All of the young’uns are living the future while I am trapped in the past, forced to remember the tragedies.”
“Delaware, no one is forcing you. I know the War was a harsh time but, we need to learn how to move on.”
“Thank you, Virginia. You always seem to being me out of despair.”
“Ok, first you are depressed and now you are flirting with me.”
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50 States' Adventures: Valentines DayIf you can take out the “6 more weeks of winter” hatred then there’s love in the air for it is February! The states, just like the nations, love the holiday of love and commonly give each other presents, well, the boys give to the girls obviously. Every year, the girls, or Lady States (they call themselves), get anonymous notes, treats, and flowers. They eventually find out who gave them the gifts but they act like it is a jester of love and keep their “guesses” secret. But the girls are not the only ones who get the excitement. Poor Alaska has to keep hiding from a certain capital and it ain’t DC. She is Moscow. I kid you not. She has a strange obsession for the state. It’s stranger that these two never really officially meet. If you don’t remember, Moscow became Russia’s Capital in 1918 after the revolution. Alaska was a territory of America during this time and…he was going through too many emotions to care at that moment.