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Gears and Grease – Chapter 6

Gears and Grease – Chapter 6

When the two boys entered the kitchen, they saw Aunt Clara beating at something with a towel. Matt stood on his tip toes to try and peer over to see exactly what it was that she was smacking with her towel, but his father pulled him back again. “Clara?” Matt’s father stepped over the threshold. “What are you doing?” She turned to look at the two of them. Her face was red and her normally static-y hair looked like she…

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Gears and Grease – Chapter 5

Gears and Grease – Chapter 5

The time when they would know if the ionization corridor had dissipated was rapidly approaching. Over the past few months, everyone’s hair had been less static-y than a year ago. Even the number of thunderstorms in the nearby area had reduced to a more normal level. It was such a treat to be able to go outside and enjoy the sun without fearing a sudden lightning storm appearing. Matt tiptoed across the living room, making sure to miss that one…

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June 2019

June 2019

I don’t know about you, but I can definitely feel the change in the air. The weather is definitely warmer and there have been a whole lot more storms lately. Though I love the rain, there has been a lot of weather devastation and I’m praying for those affected by the recent storms. Another thing I’ve noticed is that the time is still going by way too fast. We are now five months through 2019. For those of you who…

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Gears and Grease – Chapter 4

Gears and Grease – Chapter 4

Matthew paused in his brushing of the horse and just stared at the wall of the underground stables. The dark wood paneling seemed to swirl beneath his gaze as his mind wandered off into thoughts beyond his present. Soon the view before him morphed into the possibilities of the near future. A bump to his arm brought his mind tumbling back to reality and to an impatient horse. Matt chuckled as he petted the nose that was nuzzling against his…

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May 2019

May 2019

May the Fourth be with you! Sorry about that, but I couldn’t not do that joke. And yes, I do like Star Wars in case you were curious. Anyhow, that month went by way too fast. I don’t know about you, but I’m not quite ready for May, but it’s here anyway. So, let’s make the best of it. I will say one good thing about May, I am so very glad that the weather is getting warmer. It’s nice…

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Gears and Grease – Chapter 3

Gears and Grease – Chapter 3

“I really hate this.” Matthew ran his rubber-gloved hand over his milk-chocolate brown hair once again, only for the strands of hair to keep sticking out in all directions as if someone had rubbed his head with a balloon. “You don’t have any right to complain, Matt.” Matthew turned away from the full-length mirror to see his sister standing in the bedroom doorway, glaring at him with her hands on his hips. Though her midnight-black hair was tied back in…

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April 2019

April 2019

Well…it’s April. Unfortunately, it is no longer the first. I do hope that none of y’all got pranked too terribly badly. I did Rickroll a few people. Seriously, that is my favorite April Fool’s prank and if you don’t know what it is, then go look it up, please! It is pretty harmless but it can get annoying fast. But, yeah, my favorite. Onto a different topic, March was pretty busy. Not necessarily unexpectedly so, but more than I would…

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Gears and Grease – Chapter 2

Gears and Grease – Chapter 2

“Matt, wake up.” Matthew pulled his head into the upright position. Dried saliva crusted along his mouth as a still wet string connected his lips to the door. “Matt, come on. We’re here.” Grace’s black hair flashed in his vision when she shoved her face in front of his. “We’re at Uncle Bart’s and Dad wants us to unload the stuff. Come on.” A breeze blew through the car when she opened the door. It ruffled his hair, some of…

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Gears and Grease – Chapter 1

Gears and Grease – Chapter 1

 “Get your bags in the truck. We’re leaving now.” Matthew Wallers looked up from the TV at his father, who rushed into the house. The door banged shut. Though Matthew watched as the door left his father’s hand and swung towards the frame, he still jumped at the sound. “D-dad, what did they s-say?” Matthew got up from the couch and grabbed the bag sitting at his feet. “Doesn’t matter anymore. We’re leaving and that’s that. Your uncle’s bunker should…

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