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"He hung his diploma so high on the wall that nobody could read it."
by TNT
The horse was high strung. He bolted out of the gate and was gone before anyone could stop and close the gate. The horse was soon lost to view.w Ronnie got on the other horse, and followed the road. He didn't see the horse anywhere. It wasn't his horse - what would he tell the owners? He kept going until he reached the dirt and kept going looking everywhere around him. When he finally got to the beach, he saw the horse heading into the waves. How would he catch the horse? Although he was a horse trainer, he hung his diploma so high on the wall that nobody could read it. He called to the horse. It didn't turn its head or slow down. Pretty soon they were swimming side by side. He jumped from his horse onto the back of the run-away. The horse turned around in the water surprised. He grabbed the mane and headed the two horses back to the beach.
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"A sound I'd never heard before."
by CC
Clouds covered the sun. It was a warm and breezy day, and I was walking along the city streets, headed for the park. The light was flat and gave me a headache. Maybe sitting by the stream, under a leafy bower, would clear that up. But before I got to the park a thin, whiny cry seemed to flicker into my auditory range and then out again. It was a sound I’d never heard before. I stopped to listen. It sounded like a frustrated child’s complaint: “Bad Mickey! Bad Kitty!” The street was empty. And then I looked up, and saw her floating high overhead, a little girl with her fists entangled with balloons strings and flapping her legs as she rose towards the sky. Quickly I drew the Urban Sniper rifle out of the guitar case and took aim. I knew she would pass over the river soon. If I timed my shot correctly, she would fall into the water and stand a chance of survival. I raced down the street, rifle braced in my arms, until we both crossed into the park and approached the stream. I waited, then I shot: Bam! Bam! Oh…well, I was never that good at marksmanship. At least she wouldn’t suffer as her lifeless little body rose effortlessly towards heaven.
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by RMAF
For years and years the pair of intellectual scholars read all the thick books they could find, but no definite answer would satisfy them: Which came first, the chicken or the egg??
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by RDC
Peter had always known that there was something very different about Marie. He believed that she was clairvoyant at the least, and perhaps she had other gifts. She had once confided in him slyly that levitation was a lot of fun. Marie's mother had always invited what Peter would characterize as strange people to their house: a hypnotist who stuck a needle through her palm with no damage while she was hypnotized, a magician who had pulled out more than rabbits from a hat - Maria had floated a good foot off the floor. So, after knowing Maria and her family for a few years, was not terribly surprised when she came to his house, all afluster one day. "The world is ending tomorrow at noon," she told him nervously. "Well, what can we do about it?" I asked. "Probably nothing," she said, "but you might as well have some fun and try something you've never done before. Maria wanted for me to try levitation - even flying. She said that she had often done so and she had enough power for me, too. What did I have to lose? I know that I've always been straight-laced kind of guy. Marie and I went outside. There, behind a tall fence, so that no-one could observe us, she held out her hand. "Place your hand just over mine," she instructed. I placed my hand above hers. "Now concentrate on flying," she commanded with great authority and intention. And it worked! For the first time in my life, I thought - and probably the last - I had done something totally great and unexpected.
