Untitled Story by Robert Loggains

Aaron stood in the water, thinking at it fiercely.It was polluted, a normal town river, nothing like the one Nadia had purged in China.But it was still a blight on the small town, if he could just save it... He focused, out from him spread clear greenish water, pure enough to drink from.He left the river, his sister had a set of dry clothes for him."Thanks Shannon." He said, smiling as he put on the dry clothes after drying himself off. The two sighed at once, and laughed when they realized they had done it." I can't believe I actually was crushing on that girl, I mean she's like half my age, my cousin, the kind of person I hate, what was I thinking?" Shannon started laughing too." And you really needed that stick removed from your butt when you got home, I mean quoting Nietzsche at the poor girl, you needed it bad boy, you really did." "You know I didn't really love her, right?" "Yes Aaron, I've felt that before, it's just a symptom of it breaking down, I've done it myself, on the same people remember?" The two started laughing at this, pure and good laughter rang out, attracting something else. Two young girls plodded along, having heard the noise and curious as to the cause. They peaked out and Shannon saw them."Don't be frightened!" She called out to them, they poked their heads out. "Here, do you want a present?" Asked Aaron, kneeling down to the ground and picking up a rock, turning it into a piece of gold. One darted out and grabbed it, as their hands touched he cured a lifetime of medical problems in an instant, breast cancer, heart disease, diabities, all were no longer at risk of plaguing her. She darted back and the two both came forward, Aaron gave a second key to the other girl, doing the same bit of magic to her. "Well makes sense they would have followed us." Says Shannon, gesturing back to the broken building. "I wonder if it's hope or fear." Said Aaron, looking down at the healed wounds. "Children Aaron!" Shannon suddenly burst out "They had children in conditions that shouldn't exist outside of the Pit, and even there shouldn't, who could do something like that?" "We both know that Shannon." He whispered, looking back at it."Evil." They said together. "So how about you hunt the kids down and I heal them?" Asked Aaron."You know me so well, just what I wanted." Said Shannon, "What would I do without you?" "Crash and burn Shannon, crash and burn. "The two hugged and Shannon was off to capture the children for healing, Aaron sat there grinning a foolish grin. "This is why we're here." He said to no one who could hear him.

Christy Rozek--Writing Group--Assignment #1--One thing which should not have been invented

Tasteless imitation Easter eggs are a complete waste. I suppose I can’t say that the world would have been an entirely better place without them. They do serve their purpose of helping people appreciate more finely crafted sweets.
In the spring of 2007 I had a tragic and thoroughly damaging experience with one of these candies. While helping run an Easter egg hunt for small children, one of the parents thoughtfully gave my cohorts and me a bag of candies for our efforts.
They are the jewel of the dollar store, a testament to the mass production of edibles which someone always brings to a party, but would never eat themselves. They are grainy and tasteless. Made purely from sugar and chemicals which have been over-processed, and under-loved.
I must say, they were pretty colors though.
After tasting one of these, I stuck it into my coat pocket, not to encounter it again until at least a year later. By that time, I believe the taste had improved.

Christy Rozek--Writing Group--Assignment #1--short prompt

Behind her, the noise escalated…

And in front of her the lights dimmed. She kissed each of her biceps, and pulled out her sword. She thrust it into the air, and then plunged into the floor-boards. It stuck there, not broken, just quivering.
Ajusted her hair, and walked back to the conference table. “Okay kids, let’s get back to the agenda! Ah! Mr. Dorian…yes?” A man, resembling a farm animal spoke up in the back “Madam Secretary, how do you feel about our current tariff rates with South Korea?” Madam Secretary adjusted her sun glasses, spent a moment fiddling with the zipper on her alligator skin jacket, and finally replied. “Mr. Dorian, I’ll let you think about our tariff rates with South Korea.” She glanced down at her folder, it wasn’t alligator skin.
“Yes Mr. Dorian, I’ll leave that to you. Here’s something to discuss. It has come to my attention that video games are harmfully influencing our young-ones these days, and this issue I believe is vital to our department. The Secretary of Education has not acted…” She tapped her spiked boots on the marble floor “…and I think that this could lead to violence.”

Christy Rozek--Assignment #1--A Christmas Memory

It was Christmas day, 2007. After a very exciting morning of present opening, everybody tends to chill for the rest of the day, playing with their new toys, or doing generally fun activities. One of my new toys, which my brother Tom gave me, was a stack of five chocolate bars, raspberry filled. They’ve remained my favorite since the first taste of them I ever had. I walked into the living room, a good Girl Scout, always prepared, with my chocolate bars in hand. My Brother, Phil, was watching a movie which was based off the Shakespeare play Othello, but set in Japan and spoken completely in Japanese. I decided to join him. After I had caused myself a sufficient stomach ache from overindulgence into my trusty chocolate bars, I started to pay attention to the movie. A very short time later I realized that it was rather cheesy, I had very little idea of what was going on, and it was an extremely long movie. Phil and I shared several very pleasant conversations, halting the movie in the process. About two-and-a-half hours after I entered the room, I left…Feeling as though the chocolate bars had done me far from good, knowing that I had completely ruined my appetite for dinner, and still, not really knowing the plot of the movie. I can’t say that this was my best Christmas memory. But it stands out to me very vividly. I would usually classify these events that transpired as not all-that enjoyable, but something about the situation was amusing and strangely whimsical.