Barder's Story

There is a little kid 5-6 years old. His name is Daniel. He is wearing jeans, a purple sweatshirt, and an orange turban. Daniel has a pet, a dog named Barder, but the turban that he's wearing, and his dog are no completely ordinary. While Daniel is wearing the orange turban, his dog Barder can fly.

Daniel flys through the air clinging tightly onto Barder's back. Faster he crys, and Barder obideges. Daniel understands that the turban he is wearing is what allows his flight, but he does not know why. The wind attacks the boys face, but his turban keeps him safe and protected as Barder continues to pick up speed. The boy's dog barks in excietment and begins to slow down. It appears he spotted something far below him on the ground. His excitment obvious by the wailing of his tail, Barter lands light as a feather on the ground. He runs up to a bowl of food, and eats until he is full. Meanwhile Daniel, on his back has fallen asleep. Once Barder can't eat any more, he lays down to sleep, the boy still on his back. They will awaken again, and the boy wants his rest.

American Authority?

Does America have the authority to meddle in other countries affairs? In many cases, the answer to this question will change, depending which country is having the affairs. For example, in Iraq, America would have had the authority to meddle in there affairs if they actually had nuclear weapons. Since they don't, there is no reason for America to stay in Iraq. In certain situations, it would be all right for America to meddle with the affairs of other countries. This is only when the country is in some way threatening America. In most cases, America should stop being the police of the world.

The Man in the Leather Jacket

1:00 AM. January 28th, 1998. A man is hurrying off of the subway. The man is wearing a leather jacket, not buttoned up, over a black collared shirt which is tucked into his black pants which are secured by a belt. Worn over his leather jacket is a completely black backpack. His right hand is firmly clutching a ticket of some sort. In his right he is holding a magazine and a stack of papers that can't be made out in the light. The man's mustache outlines his expression of confusion and panic; the necessity to hurry.

A beeping occurs, beep..... beep.... beep... beep.. beep.. beep, getting faster and faster until the man clicks a button on the watch to turn it off. There is silence as he steps outside of the subway station onto the deserted street. Nobody is out at 1:09 AM. The man in the leather jacket glances behind him, the lack of anyone present seems to comfort him. He looks ahead again, he's almost at his destination.

36 hours earlier: The man in the leather jacket is sitting at a round table. He glances nervously around at the 4 men sitting around him. All of them are wearing black suits with white ties. All of them are staring at him with expressionless faces. He knows panic such as he has never felt before, although he does not know why. The men sitting around him rise as he blacks out.

1:15 AM. The chirping of crickets bring the man in the leather jacket back to his present state of mind. He feels the cold air stinging his face, but he does not care. He does not remember anything before the train ride, other than the terror he felt of the 4 men in suits. He knows he is to meet someone here, he just does not know who, or why. He's curious and afraid of what he will find, but he knows that he is not able to turn around, to run away. A voice calls him by name, just loud enough that he can hear them. He walks around the corner, ready to face whatever he needs to.

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