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Charlie Brown finds a prize-winning piece of yesteryear while cleaning out his closet. He wishes he hadn't.Respectfully adapted from "Flanders Fields" by John McCrae In Hampton's field the daises grow,Where once a pitcher's arm did throw,That mark the place where memories lie,The white balls through the air did fly,Reached out for by gloved hands below. We are the team; so long ago,We played and ran both to and fro,Won and lost and said goodbyeOne day the thunderstorm came by,To wash o'er Hampton's field.  If you, dear visitor would goTo see the place we held dear - oh!And reminisce of far-gone day,While we have all been far away,Grown older and apart. In Hampton's fields the dozers came,With grim intent one and the same,The toneless roars with oily clouds,Drowned out the songbirds with their loud,The grassy earth to rip and tear, To leave at last a field so bare. And now stands just a square of white,A tiny plaque that seems so trite,Scarce half a care was given about,The laughter

Beware, insect, the situation has changed. They sense our intentions and are loading shuttles with their offspring. They will not escape my wrath.. Well. how about that? Little old me, a one-man army actually winning the war. At the very least my progress was making their collective severely worried. Enough so that despite their eerie taunting echoing in my mind, they now feared my progress enough to make a backup plan. But in my victory came a terrible new chance to win the battle and lose the war. Those ghastly 'eggs' were the harbinger of doom for all of mankind if those shuttles made it off. All that kept me from being overwhelmed just by getting close to one was my R-grade cybernetic rig's neural filter. Even with it I could 'hear' their abominable psionic signal pulsing through my brain. And they had all the time in the universe to infect our home system. Time was nothing to the Many, after all. If it took two hundred years to reach human space that was just a leisurely little

===UDF DATABASE=== ===CLASSIFICATION: UNCLASSIFIED=== ===DISTRIBUTION: PUBLIC=== This document may be copied, quoted, transmitted, printed or otherwise reproduced in part or in whole without penalty in civil or criminal court. Nuclear power and its use against the Phasmid threat by Wing Commander Marcello "Stella" Smith (ret). It has been exactly twelve years, two months and fifteen days since the formal declaration of hostilities by the UDF against the extraterrestrial forces in response to the attack on the former location of the Pluto scientific outpost. There have been many questions by the public about the weapons we use against these terrible enemies of humanity, and I would like to set the record straight on some of them. Specifically, I will answer one of the most common demands by people who are as angry as they are exhausted - "why don't we just nuke the bastards?" I begin by saying that after thirty years of service in the UDF and sending home more black-clad coffins

The Phasmid Invasion has dragged on for years. People want answers, people want the extraterrestrial intruders to just plain GO AWAY. Some of humanity's brave defenders are willing to give them both. ===UDF DATABASE=== ===CLASSIFICATION: UNCLASSIFIED=== ===DISTRIBUTION: PUBLIC=== This document may be copied, quoted, transmitted, printed or otherwise reproduced in part or in whole without penalty in civil or criminal court. Nuclear power and its use against the Phasmid threat by Wing Commander Marcello "Stella" Smith (ret). It has been exactly twelve years, two months and fifteen days since the formal declaration of hostilities by the UDF against the extraterrestrial forces in response to the attack on the former location of the Pluto scientific outpost. There have been many questions by the public about the weapons we use against these terrible enemies of humanity, and I would like to set the record straight on some of them. Specifically, I will answer one of the most common

Notes: My grateful thanks to Dire Wolf Games for making Everdell and thereby inspiring me to write this. "When we travel from this place, Bless our steps with safety and grace. But greater bless this place we own - As our warm hearth and loving home. Family one and all together, Through passing years and changing weather, As little feet begin to grow, And those we love both come and go" Todd Ambersmith read the poem, as he had for many seasons, hand- carved by much younger paws into a slab of cherrywood. It had been hung with the boundless joy of a couple moving into their new house upon a wedding day so very long ago. He could still hear the tender voice of his mother reciting it as he sat upon her lap, young eyes staring intently at the words he could not yet read. One of the very first memories formed in a young cub's mind...and never to leave. The broad candle in his brass-framed lantern guttered for an instant, reminding Todd of a painful reality far removed from those

A Calvin & Hobbes fanfiction All characters are the intellectual property of Bill Watterson. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They'd agreed never to meet again after the last time. Goodbyes were hard enough without continually making more of them, after all. The situation was completely out of their control, a Lifetime movie without the prescribed happy ending. So in the face of that bitter reality precious memories had been refreshed, boxes packed, kind words exchanged with the greatest sincerity. Then a final farewell sealed with an oath to not look back. And yet, something within them both had rebelled against the unfairness of the world. Even at the cost of breaking a most sacred promise between two best friends. It had driven one of them to place a single orange light in his bedroom window in a fit of desperate hope, and the other to knock on that window after climbing to the second floor with for a