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By My Side, Chapter 3It was Callahan’s turn to question. At first, Elliot felt good reading his lawyer’s name on a piece of paper: Robert J.S. Callahan, a strong sounding confident name, one that sounded like a winner at the time. The kind of name one wouldn’t think to earn for a court assigned lawyer, rather than pay for a ‘sturdy Callahan,’ it seemed. That all changed in Elliot’s mind after sitting down with him for ten minutes. What earlier sounded confident and assertive, spoiled into cocky and aware of his never ending well of greatness. Mr. Callahan walked, or more so strutted like a cockerel, high and mighty, towards the witness stand.
“Mr. Addler, you said in your statement, and I quote: ‘the dog jumped up and began to maul me for no reason,’ dot, dot, dot. You did write this, correct?”
“Those are my words.”
“Did the dog bite you anywhere else?”
“No, just my hand.”
“Did it bite you repeatedly
By My Side Chapter 2Chapter 2
I’m probably just being paranoid… Elliot thought to himself, scratching his Adam’s apple.
Suddenly, someone called out from the front of the courtroom to rise for the judge.
The judge, a tired looking man roughly nestled between 50 and 60 sat down and fidgeted much like an old pigeon roosting on his perch. He rubbed his wrinkled bald head and spoke.
The Judge looked over to Goldman.
“Proceed” He said from under his gray moustache. Mr. Goldman cleared his throat.
“I would like to call the prosecutor to the stand.” Elliot was shocked, not by Goldman’s obvious first crutch, but by his strikingly deep and commanding voice, the kind that one would not ever ponder would come out of such a small, non-threatening man. Rob Addler trotted through the small gate in the barrier and stepped into the witness stand. Rob took his oath and straightened his suit. Goldman rubbed the bridge of his nose under his wireframe glasses a
By My Side, Chapter 1By My Side
“Don’t worry,” Mr. Callahan reassured, leaning over to Elliot, giving him an uncomfortable chill, "if you stick with what we've gone over, then things will go a lot smoother." Elliot fiddled with his engagement ring, twisting it around in circles. He had never been in court before, save for Bones and Law and Order. He was a nervous man, usually over the way his hair was presented, or if his work was turned in and completed thoroughly. He lied awake most nights, worrying about things like this as he attempted to make shapes in the paint spackles on the ceiling. No, today he was nervous for a very different reason. Today he sat in a uptight monkey suit, in an uptight room full of uptight people, in an incredibly uptight situation that would make any man in his right mind nervous. He sat in fear for a life.
He continued to twist his ring on his finger and moved his jaw from side to side, clicking his teeth like a heroin addict. The courtroom was getting more c
A Flower to YouA Flower to You
The Serpent’s eyes be
Unwavering and hateful
Deceit and fear lie
Behind that hateful soul be
An uncaring tone
The Serpent, eyes of daggers
Sharp to pierce a heart
The Sun’s rays grows a Flower
Bold and bright is it
A Flower, crushed and coiled
A Flower ruined.
I'm a Little AspyI'm a Little Aspy
It was the first week of school as I sat at my lab desk in Advisory class. I was wearing the same black long winter jacket that I always wore and my hair was down to my waist. The surface of the lab table was cool and unpleasant to rest ones head on because it would move a couple of inches every time someone put too much body weight it. The students were somewhat seated around me and cackling about something I didn’t care to listen to. As I was writing down my answers on one of those “What Kind Of Person Am I?” quizzes, the craziest thing happened. Something pink landed with a soft thud right next to my quiz. Startled, I looked over to see that the pink thing was in fact a foot. Not just any foot, but a foot covered heel to toe in a Hello Kitty fuzzy, sparkly sock that did everything besides lighting up. The girl that the sock was attached to tilted her head to the side and asked me if I liked them. I looked down at the floor to avoid eye cont
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