Finally completed it, please read it everyone, and tell me what you think, I came up with this story when I was fifteen and skating at a bank by the lake, I guess I've always had these thoughts lol

Story one- I Was Gonna Throw Her Over The Mountain Side It was a rain day. Pouring, torrential rain. Damn sure, I wasn't gonna paint any edge line today. Rain days are the best. No work, no responsibilities and plenty of bars and booze to drink. We was in Virginia, Gods country. Let me tell ya something about Virginia, try and find a flat place to park. The whole goddamn state is on a pitch . Beautiful beyond a doubt, and the women reflected that as well. I'll tell ya something as well, I love me some women, yes sir I surely do. All kinds, big ones, small ones, tall ones and my favorite, the easy ones. I decided I'd go down to my favorite bar, The Hickory. Cheap beer and easy women. Oh, another thing you should know about me, I love to smoke crack. Tastes like America to me, ya know what I'm saying? Gets me moving and grooving baby. Good time Charlie, baby, good time Charlie. Yessir. So I make my way down to The Hickory. Slam a couple beers and a couple shots. Starting to feel good. In comes my type of woman, thick and easy, haha, yessir. So I walk up to her and I says," How you doing beautiful, can I buy a drink?" She smiled, crooked teeth and missing half of em. Don't bother me none at all. "Sure.", she says. "Well alright then, let's get this party started." We drink a few drinks and I ask her, " You like to party? Like rock or soft? Can you get some?" She smiles and says," Yeah I party and I get some, I'm a working girl though, you understand?" "I surely do, yes ma'am, I surely do." So we leave, hop in my truck, go to some ghetto area and she grabs some rock for us and we head back to the motel. I likes to call em, the motel,no tell, haha, yessir. We get up to my room, and we're moving and grooving, doing our thing. Smoking, drinking, dancing. All of a sudden this broad starts have a seizure. And I mean a bad seizure. She's shaking like goddamn Michael J Fox all over the floor and all of a sudden she stops. Keep in mind, I'm in total and absolute shock. I don't even know this broads name.

New York,2050, ( a newspaper article) 𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔜𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔢𝔴𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔷𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢!!! 1,010 years later 3040.april 19 my name is Evelyn and I'm the only person 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 on the planet everyone died from the affection. my day was normal I fight zombies again. I went back to my base and I fell asleep and dreamed of my parents but they died 5 years ago? **in the dream** Evelyn wake up!! wake up wake up!!!!*** those where not my parents at all I wake up to a zombie trying to kill me!...but then..I actually wake up...in a white room?...oh yeah that's right I'm still here in the hospital.. by Cambria!

The Lectern By Kathleen Tonn I walked into PAS Room 119 and took my seat in the fifth row of the small auditorium. The capacity sign at the entrance door read one-hundred-and twenty people. The university met the fire department’s regulations. I sat on the left side closest to the exit. A habit I acquired after a fire broke out in a movie theater I was in. Survival instinct. Other students were filing into the auditorium. Some were talking excitedly about their winning team at the Super Bowl. Others were discussing their bus routes that were disrupted by the awful snowstorm that resulted in the cancelation of classes. I just sat in my seat looking at the simple, brown lectern. Noble speakers, in years past, used it to convey heartfelt messages on the importance of civic participation. After all, this lecture hall was used primarily by the Political Science Department. Today’s guest, Jonathan Renaldo Targetto, would speak on the crisis of the first amendment housed in the U.S. Constitution. I heard him speak at Lexington University a year earlier. He was sincere; yet, his passion for the Constitution was conveyed through a quick wit. His sarcastic humor sliced through student boredom like a knife. No puffery, no platitudes and no poison diluted his message Silence fell in the room as our instructor walked up to the lectern. “Students, I want to welcome Mr. Targetto to our class. His knowledge of the Constitution and the first amendment is extraordinary. He will give you ample understanding of why you can grumble on social media about the referee’s fatal call in yesterday’s Super Bowl. With those words, laughter spread across the room from the fans of the winning team. Then Mr. Targetto took his place at the lectern. “I oppose your laughter students. I support the losers.” A fresh wave of laughter sprung up. Not by the students who joyfully threw barbs at those whose team lost. Instead, the laughter came from those besmirched students supporting the losing team. “Okay, let’s get serious. I’ve got forty-five minutes to convey the importance of free speech. Without your understanding of this vital amendment, and your commitment to it, you will lose it. Do I have your attention?”