.... drink. I suppose you want to know the reason I started to drink. Well, I mess up big time during a triple bypass and killed a patient. That's when the drinking started and the drinking lead to the death of another patient. Now I drink even more and remember even less which means its working. About a month ago I left England, which is where I worked, and moved here to a small fishing island off the coast of France. There is no doctor on the island so they welcomed me, sort of. I scare them I suppose. They're afraid they might catch me when I'm to drunk to work properly. B .....

.... draining conversation, my mother comes to me. She tells me that my aunt, Patsy’s daughter Trisha has died. I never knew her well, so up to this point I did not have much of an emotional reaction to the news. However, I knew that her death would devastate her mother. I doubt any parent takes the death of their child well, a parent never expects to witness the funeral of their child. My family is invited to the funeral, and we assure the couple we will attend. The following morning my mother, brother and I embark on the trip. It was held at Rosehills in a little white .....

.... I can squeeze out just one more wish to save us," said Mr. White. He held the monkeys paw high in the air and said, "I wish I never pulled this wretched monkeys paw out of the fire". But nothing happened, all was silent. "We can't make it go away" said Mrs. White. They both fell to the floor with tortured hearts. "I cant live with a son like that, we must find a way to put an end to this," said Mr. White. Herbert began his way down the stairs. As he neared the end of the steps Mr. White picked up a gun and shot Herbert in the chest. Herbert fell down the stairway like a blood .....

.... felt even more sorry for Okonkwo, who had killed him unintentionally. That night I went over to his compound along with some other friend's, and we tried to calm him down, but it was no use, I had never seen him this upset before. We then helped him pack his yams, and stored them in my barn. I was to sell these yams while Okonkwo served his exile. When we finished, he and his family left for Mbanta, his motherland. As he was leaving, we waved good-bye, but he was too upset to respond. The next day a pack of men, including I went over to Okonkwo's compound. There we set .....

.... called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to the cries and the calling, I have to get home. I have to, the children want their dinner. She sits in the bus away from the window. Afraid to look out. Cars an .....

.... is a wash up. The only thing he could afford to drive was the car the police station gave him. It was a 1986 Buick with a green trunk, maroon body, and a navy blue hood. The thing took about three minutes to start and another five to warm up, and that was in the summer. Ten minutes later he showed up at my desk. I could still smell her perfume on him. He looked terrible, like usual, man he was such a good guy, but he didn't have a lucky bone in his body. “So what's up now Steve? . . . another vending machine robbery . . . more scuff marks?” Pat looked like a dete .....

.... his face. Jarvis lead Pete over to the main testing area. "We discovered this late last night. Seems one of the plutonium pieces is…," he paused with a gulp, "changing." "Changing?!?!" "You better believe it because it took me an hour to comprehend what is going on." "What exactly IS going on?" Jarvis explained in his own special slightly whiny voice that he chose to break out only in large meetings but decided to give Pete the thrill of hearing now. One of the experimental pieces of plutonium had become so unstable that it had actually began changing form. It had .....

.... me out», I said, but John kept chewing his nails. God knows why, there was nothing to be scared of. Or was it? I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside. There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the door opened. Suddenly I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned aro .....