Miles Rausch
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Miles Rausch is a web developer from Sioux Falls,
South Dakota, where he lives with his wife and two
children. Miles is always writing something. He
likes to unwind by playing with his kids, reading,
connoisseur kind of way). You can follow Miles on
his website.
NEARLY NINE
“Repent and live!” she called out over the chaos. Then
she turned to baptize the tail section. Paul ached
to act, to push aside his cowardice for heroism. He
moved quickly down the aisle and dove to tackle
Justine. She turned and responded. Paul crumpled to
there is ample enough space for a great many terrible
and tragic occurrences. Nearly nine minutes, by
nine minutes for Aiden Potter to remember the
word ‘gorgeous.’ Whitney Heap just stared as Aiden,
the word. “Are you some kind of retard?” she asked,
before slinking away in her cotton that illustrated the
perfect outline of her body.
Sasha immediately rushed to his side. She struggled
to pull him out of the aisle. Justine stood over them,
her gaze hard and distant. A rush of footsteps came
from the tail section as Aiden blindsided Justine with
his laptop. With a spray of blood, Justine went limp.
Aiden patted her down, looking for more surprises.
He opened her coat.
It also took nearly nine minutes for Sasha Oliver’s
cheeks to return to their natural color. Her father
gnawed the gristle on his steak. “I just think no one
wants a female doctor,” he admitted. “You’d make a
better nurse.” Sasha admitted failure by turning back
to her own plate, a dismal wilted forest of greens.
“Bomb!” Aiden shouted, and the crowd stirred.
Paul screamed as Sasha dug the bullet out with her
hands. Aiden thought for a moment, then grabbed
some people to help him carry Justine to an exit row.
“Hold tight!” yelled Aiden, and he pulled open the
emergency door. Wind roared into the cabin. People
sobbed and questioned and clung to those nearest.
With an awkward heave, he pushed Justine out the
door. Aiden held tight to the door frame as the body
tumbled out. Justine was nearly beyond the plane
ruin a bunker at Amdahl Country Club while his back
was turned. Coach screamed spittle onto his face, but
Paul was more afraid of being outcast. Years later, this
cowardice would again arrest him as the dull thuds of
a neighbor beating his girlfriend echoed throughout
the building. After nearly nine minutes, Paul put on
headphones.
At age seven, it took Justine Carson nearly nine
minutes to put her cat to rest. The ailing Himalayan
left several long, ruby red streaks down Justine’s arms
as it struggled for animal r Y