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December 20, 2006

12.20.06

The cliche says that time heals all wounds.

Write about a hurt that never fades.

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Rejection is a hard thing to take no matter how old you are. Its a load of crap to say its worse when you are young.

Rejectiion is even worse when those rejecting you are supposed friends and confidants. Wounds do not heal they get a scab over , that is always twinges when one is reminded of the treachery involved.

The hurt and anger can drive some to drink or to drugs or worse. Then there are those like me who merely take the angst and use it to drive me on...mindful of ways to get my sweet revenge.

Posted by: Andrew Ian Dodge at December 20, 2006 7:43 AM · Permalink

"This is CNN with a breaking report. Alex Rodriguez, third baseman for the New York Yankees, has been found dead in a Long Island park. Rodriguez was discovered minutes ago by joggers who found him with an arrow of some kind lodged in his chest. Police have told us a note with the inscription '1995 ALCS' was tied to the arrow. We go now to Arthur Kent on the scene…"

Slinging the crossbow case over his shoulder and whistling, DJ checked a crumpled piece of paper:

Sheffield
A-Rod
Jeter

He smiled as he carefully drew a line through another name.

Posted by: Keiran Halcyon at December 20, 2006 9:43 AM · Permalink

Boooo, blatant kissy-up-ness. :)

Posted by: Stacy at December 20, 2006 10:00 AM · Permalink

My first thought on the theme was some great sports tragedy - but I couldn't thing of anything that really made me seethe. So I borrowed some wounded-ness (and a suspect's name, natch) from La Michele. Trust me, it coulda been a lot more blatant. :)

Posted by: Keiran Halcyon at December 20, 2006 10:27 AM · Permalink

Choices:

Our doctor was late. My wife’s contractions were coming faster.
And, I had this crushing feeling of dread.

The nurse checked her vitals again, and then called another nurse.
Two nurses came in, and things started happening very fast.

A doctor I’d never seen hurried in.

Two more doctors.

“Code Blue!”

.
The room was swaying when our doctor approached. My knees
buckled as he started, “we can only save one, maybe one…”

How can that be decided? What criteria does one use?

In the end it didn’t matter. I made the wrong choice. Maybe, I was
selfish. Now, I’m alone.

Posted by: kasac at December 20, 2006 11:42 AM · Permalink

Shooting Yankees with arrows?

Bah. Just give them flying lessons.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at December 20, 2006 2:22 PM · Permalink

Vancouver, CA: After taking heat internationally for what some have deemed a failed national health plan, officials in Canada have begun to fight back.

Citing statistics that infant mortality rates are down compared to the United States, and also other statistics that compare favorably to their southern neighbor, officials are now saying that their plan is a huge success.

Critics have long blasted the nationalized Canadian system as having long lines for even the most most basic care. Officials are now countering those critics, saying that the long waits are actually the reason for success. Time does heal all wounds.

Posted by: Nick at December 20, 2006 2:33 PM · Permalink

Osiris felt the molten lead sear his skin, screaming himself hoarse into the dark embrace of death.

The next thing he knew, Isis was standing over him and he was covered with bandages.

"What the hell happened?" said Osiris.

"Set killed you and tore you apart," said Isis. "But I put you back together and brought you back from the dead."

"Thank you, my darling," said Orisis, reaching for his queen. "Speaking of which, how about some 'Thank you, kind Lady' before we kick Set's ass?"

"I guess there's something I ought to tell you..." said Isis.

In time, Osiris became a God of cunnilingus, too.

Posted by: Planet Z at December 20, 2006 10:37 PM · Permalink