“Your grandfather, my father, now rests here for all time. He was a simple man with simple beliefs, but he had a saying that was as long as days and nights in repeating their cycles. He would say, ‘Live for the right now, remember those things of yesterday and do not expect tomorrow to be better. That is up to you, And above all, between living and dying, what happens in the middle is pure luck.’” “Son there is one thing I want to add to that and that is ....”

85 years later ...

“Son, here lies my father and grandfather, both were simple men, with simple ways, who lead a life filled with many things both good and bad. When my father brought me here he said to me, Live for the right now, remember those things of yesterday and do not expect tomorrow to be better. That is up to you, And above all, between living and dying, what happens in the middle is pure luck. Son there is one thing I want to add to that and that is believe in what you do. No one else can right the wrongs of a life but yourself to pave the way ahead for what may come. Mistakes you will make, and mistakes you will correct. Just never let it overtake what you believe in your heart to be true.’”

85 years later ...

I am an old man without a son to bring here, father. The war has ravaged everything and I am near to dying but I never let the fear overtake what I believed to be true. I will be coming to see you soon. When I do, I bring all those yesterdays with me where we can look upon them together ... and remember.

At the sound of the bass,

His face said thud.

He could feel every interval,

Trying to escape.

His eyes get wide,

Seeing earth from new heights,

He leaps,

Through the air,

He’ll find his stride.

His life was made for one moment,

He'd never been that high.

He altered reality,

With an open mind.

Ending where he begins,

He starts,

With this last line,

(Now read from bottom up)

The "normal" was long gone. I felt a sense of madness coming up inside of me. But not in a bad way. It was more a touch of I-realise-a-lot-that-I-should-have-realised-earlier.

Maybe there was a time when everything was different. And there was a time when I saw things differently. But not today, not now. Not anymore. It was one of these things, where life simply happens to you and changes, not only the way you look at things, but it also changes what you believe in.

Maybe it destroys your completely normal, daily life. And this was one of the cases where I knew it would never be like it was before.

A sudden change, that changes everything.

[Allison, a 19 year old girl, has recently been through a breakup. Her best friend and her boyfriend cheated on her.]

[She had an accident. A vampire attacked her. When she bites him in the attack she has his blood in his system. Which helps her later on surviving a car accident, that would normally cost her life. Surviving comes with a prize, which is, in this case, her life.

She survives through becoming one of the undead vampires.

Life as she used to know it does no longer exist and she needs to adjust to the new life as a vampire.]

The "normal" was long gone. I felt a sense of madness coming up inside of me. But not in a bad way. It was more a touch of I-realise-a-lot-that-I-should-have-realised-earlier.

Maybe there was a time when everything was different. And there was a time when I saw things differently. But not today, not now. Not anymore. It was one of these things, where life simply happens to you and changes, not only the way you look at things, but it also changes what you believe in.

Maybe it destroys your completely normal, daily life. And this was one of the cases where I knew it would never be like it was before.

A sudden change, that changes everything.

It was the beginning of the end... or perhaps it was just a new beginning. When our eyes met, aqua blue to earth brown, a budding relationship had planted itself in my mind; as the saying goes: a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet. After he opened his mouth, however, I knew this boy was going to be the end of me. In fact, I knew it was he who had started it all along. As the phrase goes “one door closed another opens”, I rest my case only to open another: “What was to come?”

As a beginning paragraph:

It was the beginning of the end... or perhaps it was just a new beginning. When our eyes met, aqua blue to earth brown, a budding relationship had planted itself in my mind; as the saying goes: a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet. After he opened his mouth, however, I knew this boy was going to be the end of me. In fact, I knew it was he who had started it all along. As the phrase goes “one door closed another opens”, I rest my case only to open another: What was to come?

The assignment undertaken was urgent, but it’s the duty of a hero to save a child in danger. As our eyes met, I knew I needed to save him. Not just from enemy attack, but on a deeper level. He appeared only half my age but his eyes were dim and his body was emaciated. As he turned toward me his shark eyes glint. He had me figured out without us exchanging any words. As my steadfast gaze took in his intimidating countenance, I remembered my father’s saying: Every enemy deserves respectful resentment.

As a concluding paragraph:

In his eyes I saw him begin to fade away. As his life began to drain out from his wound he began to shiver, his fiery passion had long been extinguished. He tried hard to hide it behind one of his witticisms but he could only grimace. He was too young for what he was going through, but at that moment he appeared so old. I tried to comfort him but he stared back at me in disbelief. I have been through worse pain before, he reassured me, I know I’ll be okay-- I actually feel the pain fading away. And with his pain, he faded away.

It was the beginning of the end... or perhaps it was just a new beginning. When our eyes met, aqua blue to earth brown, a budding relationship had planted itself in my mind; as the saying goes: a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet. After he opened his mouth, however, I knew this boy was going to be the end of me. In fact, I knew it was he who had started it all along. As the phrase goes “one door closed another opens”, I rest my case only to open another: What was to come?

Nobody noticed when they arrived, the balloons the cake and the other special things she brought along to make it a special day. The most important thing was the cleanup; if there was a mess then her boss would be angry. And when he was angry, then in the future someone else would take her place. The hiring process was quick and painless but when someone left a mess, it would be less pleasant.

Ghislaine chambered a round in her Ruger Mark IV and adjusted her costume. The children would be happy to see her princess costume while the target would be less excited about it. It was pretty brave of the leader of the syndicate to hold a birthday party at his estate; a gaggle of ten year olds would surely trash the pool deck with their ice cream and cake. Hector Romero was known to be ruthless, and yet he had a soft spot in his heart for his young daughters.

The security team didn’t bother to put the cake through the metal detector and this was to be expected. They had made a scouting run at two prior parties, both to assess the defenses as well as to earn his trust. The hit was worth a cool million dollars, and she knew the stakes were high. She brought along two helpers to carry the cake and the gifts. One was a particularly good cleaner who knew how to remove evidence. His job was to go after the surveillance footage; there were two video recorders in the bunker that he would destroy with a thermite grenade.

“Ah, what do we have here? Cinderella?” the guard joked as Ghislaine passed through the metal detector holding balloons for the special birthday girl.

“Something like that,” she said.

If security found the gun, plan B would go into effect. She would take out the two security guards with a knife and sneak into the kitchen; and from there take out Hector. She knew about the trap door in the kitchen; when things got busy, he could retreat to a bunker, but not if Cinderella and her Ruger showed up first.

So far things were going to plan. Her only fear was not shooting any children; even assassins have some code of honor, and killing kids was not allowed.

The hit went more smoothly than expected. Hector was in the bedroom getting ready for the party. She kicked the bedroom door open and there was Hector Romero, adjusting his tie. His eyes brightened as a stunning tall blonde in a Cinderella costume kicked open the door, but then his mood darkened as he saw the gun with the silencer. As he frantically tried to draw his gun from his waist she unloaded four .22 rounds into his chest, and when he hit the floor, she fired twice more.

She took a photo as proof of the kill and then it was time to go. She looked outside to see the children playing pin the tail on the donkey; it was just like any other day.

As she entered the kitchen, the cleanup crew had done their tasks; the CCTV system had been destroyed and they had discretely killed the security team inside the house. The good thing was that it had gone as planned, it was even pleasant. Well maybe not for everyone involved.

Nobody noticed when they arrived, the balloons the cake and the other special things she brought along to make it a special day. The most important thing was the cleanup; if there was a mess then her boss would be angry. And when he was angry, then in the future someone else would take her place. The hiring process was quick and painless but when someone left a mess, it would be less pleasant.