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The First Time I saw a Dead Body

I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead human body.  I didn't mean to see it, and if it were possible that I could unsee it, I would.  A 12 year old is not meant to see things like that so early in life.  People who are as young as I was should be out, having fun, playing football or tag with their friends.  The only thing was, I had a friend name Eddie Lester.  You see, Eddie was not like most guys his age.  Eddie was not interested in video games, or sports, or basically anything that one would expect a 12 year old boy to be interested in.  The one thing that he was interested in was detective work.  He could not get enough of that type of thing.  He read books, watched true crime documentaries, and spend endless hours researching cases.  Most of the time he would just sit on his laptop and talk to me about the things he researched and how he was going to get to see some of the sites where crimes occurred.  I always thoug...

The Secret

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I can't take it anymore!  All these years I have kept this huge secret from my friends and family, and every day I have had this thought in the back of my mind.  One would think that after years of no telling anyone, it would become easier, but this is just not the case.  Each day it felt like torture to hold this earth shattering lie in.  The reason that I am confessing this secret that would ruin me is because I am going away.  I've become tired of my every day life, wandering around, sleepwalking, not living my life to the fullest.  So, I have decided that I will be leaving Boston.  Where am I going?  Well, not even I know that yet.  All I know is that I have to let everyone know what I have been hiding my whole life.  My secret is that my best selling novel "The Shovel" is completely plagiarized.  As a matter of fact, I stole the original draft from a guy that I met while I was in Mexico and just put my name on it.  None ...

Waiting tables

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Word Count 536: "Only 2 more hours until it's over" the waiter said with a sigh and a sour look on his face.  It had been a long day working in the restaurant, and his legs had started to ache from standing, and waiting tables all day.  This was his typical day, working all day for a paycheck that was hardly above minimum wage after tips.  That wasn't what was bothering him at the moment however.  What was bothering him was the man who just slugged his sixth beer and was starting to act hostile.  He was slamming his fists and laughing uncontrollably while his wife did nothing to stop him.   The waiter tried to zone them out by thinking about his dreams that he gave up when he dropped out of college to help his father. He had so much potential, "but that's life sometimes," the waiter thought as he cleaned what seemed to be his thousandth set of dishes off of the red speckled table...It was his sixth beer of the night and he was really starting to fe...