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by Billy Miner

  “Then let’s go,” she said.

  “Wait. Let me tell my dad.”

  “Oh, he’ll find out sometime. He doesn’t mind, does he?”

  “I guess not.”

  I still went to the bathroom door and knocked.

  “What? I’m on the toilet, you shellfish!” he said in an irritated voice.

  “I am going around the block. You can just leave without me. I’ll be back around 9:00 p.m.” I said.

  “Sure. Do whatever you like. Stay out of trouble.”

  On the way out, we bumped into a guy with glasses, not sunglasses this time but regular ones. His suit was black and his shoes were brown. He had a lisp and sounded like one of those scary characters in a movie.

  “And where are you two going?” he asked.

  “Nowhere really,” I said. “Just taking a walk in the garden.”

  “Doesss the bosss know about thisss?” he asked.

  “Yeah, he knows,” I lied.

  We got out of there as fast we could… didn’t even use the front door but snuck through the window, as suggested by Byanca. When we were outside the gate of the big villa, she showed me her car. It was a Porsche.

  “Wow, nice car,” I said.

  “Yeah, I guess. It’s really expensive, but I never get to use it. I’m not into all that luxury,” she said. “But what I want, is to explore the world and to actually have someone that cares about me.”

  “I see what you mean. Your dad has been smothering you, hasn’t he?”

  “Yes. See? You are smart. I like you. You understand me.”

  “What about the Missis?” I asked.

  “My mom died five years ago,” she said.

  “Sorry to hear that. Where do you want to go? Shall we go out to eat?”

  “Great idea. Yes.”

  “And what kind of food? Italian?”

  “Ah, no, no, no… I always eat Italian. Are you crazy?”

  “I was just kidding. How about Chinese or Japanese? Or how about Mexican?”

  “I never had sushi,” she said.

  “Then sushi it is. Can I drive you there?”

  “Be my guest.”

  NICE! I was so loving this! I was driving a sports car with the best looking girl in the world right next to me. I jumped in and had a smile on my face. I turned the key, switched gears, and hit the gas.

  Vrooom!

  This car was so fast! I was certain it hit the speed of light. Well, maybe not, but still… it was really fast. But something wasn’t right. It was like someone was following me. I didn’t comprehend at the time how someone could follow a sports car this fast, but maybe my pursuer had a sports car too. I didn’t mention it to Byanca though, since I didn’t want her to be worried.

  We drove until we reached a Japanese restaurant. It was a pretty place, with decorations and stylish ornaments on the door and oriental objects in the interior. We sat down as guided by the waiter, and we took the menu.

  “So many choices,” Byanca said. “I love this place already. It makes you feel like you’re in a different world.”

  We talked for almost an hour. It was a lovely evening and we had a great time. I came to find out about her passion for music and dancing, and we talked about life in the gang. She mentioned she always wanted to get out of it anyway, that she wanted to become an honest citizen.

  After a while though, I noticed the same guy with the black suit we met in the hallway earlier. What was he doing in this restaurant? Had he been following us here? It made me suspicious.

  Note 6: Always Have a Weapon

  I didn’t trust that guy with the glasses and the black suit in the first place. I knew he was up to something, especially when I saw him sitting in the same restaurant at a different table.

  I got up and saw him get up at the same time. This wasn’t leading to anything good. I just had a hunch. It was too much of a coincidence. Then I saw him pulling a gun from his suit. He was pointing it straight at me. Fortunately, I saw it in time and jumped down on the floor.

  “What are you doing?” Byanca asked.

  Bang!

  A shot echoed through the air. Nobody got hit, but everybody panicked. People screamed; they all ran out of the building, including the waiters. Byanca dove on the floor, next to me. I signaled to her to be quiet. She was shivering, since she was terribly afraid.

  The guy with the glasses walked towards me, but he couldn’t see me because of all the tables, chairs, and tablecloths. When he came really close, I jumped up and hit the gun out of his hand.

  A hand-on-hand combat followed after that. He kicked me to the ground, punched me in the face, and elbowed me in the ribs. I feel like he threw a few lucky punches, but I still had my pride. I didn’t think anybody had to step in at that moment. I was doing just fine, wasn’t I?

  “Ughhh…”

  Another hit.

  “Ouch!”

  Another punch.

  This buy was pounding on me! He was obviously more skilled when it came to sparring and street fights. I was defenseless, lying on the floor and trying to block his punches, but failing miserably and hoping for a miracle. He started choking me with his firm grip around my neck, but then…

  BAM!

  Something hit him on the head, because he fell down in front of me… well, on me actually, after which I pushed him off me. He was knocked out by somebody. When I looked up, I saw Byanca standing there with a rolling pin in her one hand and her other hand on her hip. She stood there with attitude, as if she were trying to tell the guy to keep his hands off her man.

  “Thank you,” I said a little embarrassed that I couldn’t protect her.

  “I know, I know,” she said. “It doesn’t feel good to be saved by a girl, does it? But all I did, was getting a weapon from the kitchen. That’s the only way I could have knocked him out. You are still my knight in shining armor. Mmm… I think this is going to be my favorite weapon,” she added with a smile.

  “Why was he trying to kill me?”

  “Because my dad doesn’t trust you,” she said laconically. “I expected it.”

  “We have to tell my dad about this,” I said.

  “I agree.”

  We called the cops and left before they arrived, leaving the knocked out individual to their judgment and the Japanese employees as witnesses. Then we drove straight to my dad.

  Note 7: Just Stop

  “Dad,” I said as I barged into our house.

  “What’s going on, son?” he asked.

  “We have to quit this business, dad,” I said.

  “What are you talking about? We’ve been in this for a long time, son. Why would you want to quit now? It’s good money.”

  “I know, but one of Fabiano’s men just tried to kill me.”

  “Wait a minute,” my dad said. “What did you do? Steal his furniture?”

  “Worse,” Byanca said as she walked in. “He stole his daughter.”

  “Oh come on, son. Aren’t there enough pretty ladies out there? Why did you have to go after this one?”

  “We only went on one date, dad!” I said. I was really upset. “Don’t you see how crazy this is getting? Don’t you think we can earn our money in better ways? Before you know it, we’re all dead! And now Fabiano has his men sent after me because I just dated his daughter… once!”

  “It is getting a little out of hand,” my dad said. “But I have to go back in a few minutes anyway to drop off the golden apple.”

  “Fine, but bring a gun,” I said. “I don’t trust that guy for one bit.”

  No sooner said than done, we drove towards Fabiano’s villa. Byanca stayed at our place, waiting for whatever was going to happen. She had disagreed with her dad’s living style for so long that I even wondered if she would be upset if he would get killed. Time would tell…

  The guard was gone. He had disappeared, so we just knocked and went in.

  We walked up the stairs and noticed it was awfully quiet in there. Where did everyone go? The d
oor to the big boss’ room was on the other side of the room. The two of us walked towards it and went inside.

  Bang!

  Before we knew it, Fabiano shot my dad in the chest.

  “Aaaarrghh!” he screamed in anguish.

  Fabiano laughed. “Ha-ha! You fool! You though you could trick me, kidnapping my daughter and bringing a gun in the house? You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

  But I had a gun too, and Fabiano hadn’t counted on that. Another shot echoed through the room.

  Bang!

  Fabiano was shot through the head, due to my many hours of training. I was a sharpshooter, and I was extremely proud of it, especially at that moment.

  “Bye, bye, Fabiano,” I said.

  “S-son,” my dad said as he was trying to speak up, lying on the floor.

  “Dad! Dad, please stay alive. I can call an ambulance and they can heal you. Here, I’ll get the phone right now.”

  “Forget it, son.”

  “But why?” I asked.

  “When they see I am in here, they will start an investigation, which will most likely be the end of my life, because they will throw me into prison. There is nothing we can do. This is where I’ll die. It’s okay.”

  “No! It’s not okay! You still have a way to change. You can’t go now!”

  He rolled over a little, to his side.

  Hey, what was that?

  Something fell out of his pocket.

  It was the glowing golden apple. I picked it up and noticed that it was tender. It was soft. Maybe it could be eaten, although that would be weird: Eating a golden apple with a purple glow.

  Nevertheless, I had nothing to lose. My dad was going to die here anyway, so I might as well see if this apple had any effect on him. I offered him a bite and grabbed it. He took a bite from the apple and let his head drop on the floor.

  Nothing.

  How terrible.

  But wait…

  Suddenly, my dad woke up. He looked energized. He got up and his wound was gone. He looked at me with big eyes. Then he looked at the apple.

  With a lively voice, he suddenly said, “What kind of apple is that?”

  “Well, it’s the golden one,” I said. “I thought it might have had some magical effect.”

  “Give me that!” he said as he snatched it from my hand.

  He ate and ate until the entire apple was gone. Then he turned to me and said, “I feel great! Wow! It’s like nothing happened at all!”

  “But something did happen dad. We almost got killed. This organization is a mess. We need to get outta here.”

  “You’re right, son. I should have listened to you. Get your girlie and we’ll leave town as fast as we can.”

  And so we did.

  We went home, informed Byanca of the shooting, grabbed our belongings, and left the city… in the Porsche of course. Byanca was happy to come with us. The loss of her dad wasn’t as intense as I expected it to be.

  We moved the other side of the country, far away from the misery and the corruption of the mob. We sold the Porsche and bought a small home. The old home got sold within months, but nobody was able to track us down.

  And Byanca and I? Let’s just say that she had some attachment issues to overcome, since her dad had squeezed the soap so tightly and controlled her too much. But after a little therapy, she became freer and felt better every week. We talked a lot; we dated a lot, and eventually we got married. It was the better life.

  THE END

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  Minecraft Wimp

  Diary of a Wimpy Minecraft Kid

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: Holes

  Entry 2: The Dark

  Entry 3: Germs

  Entry 4: Small Spaces

  Entry 5: Thunder and Lightning

  Entry 6: Dogs

  Entry 7: Crowds

  Entry 8: Heights

  Entry 9: Snakes

  Entry 10: Spiders

  Introduction

  Do you have any fears? Stevie does. In fact, he is afraid of almost everything… at least that’s what he started noticing. He doesn’t want to a wimp anymore. He wants to feel free.

  Stevie doesn’t want to be afraid anymore. And even though his fears are definitely in the top 10 of mankind’s fears, he is willing to overcome them. He wants to be brave and courageous. He wants to show them what he is worth.

  Read his diary and come to understand the process of his struggles and the victory over himself.

  Entry 1: Holes

  “Stevie! Could you come clean this hole here?” my mother asked.

  “Sure, mom.”

  My room was in the basement, so I went upstairs and came to look at what she was pointing out. It was underneath the sink in the laundry room. It hadn’t been cleaned for a while. She handed me a sponge.

  “Here you go,” she said. “This should help you clean it.”

  I looked at the sponge and stepped back.

  “Uhm… I will use the rag instead. Is that okay?” I asked.

  “Whatever you want, sweetie.”

  I hated the sponge. Something about it was off-putting and disgusting. I never like holes anyway, so a sponge was something I wasn’t very happy with. I know, right? Why would anybody be afraid of a sponge? I don’t know, but it was just how I was. The rag, however, was perfect for cleaning the back of the plumbing. I ducked. I went forward, and saw a giant toad with eggs on its back.

  “Aaah!” I screamed.

  I bonked my head and went out of there. I ran around the house twice, literally in circles around the house. My mom didn’t understand. She came to the laundry room.

  “Ew,” she said. “That’s pretty gross.”

  She took the broom and swept the toad out of the house. Then she came looking for me. She was calling my name, but I was still running circles around our house. When I came to the front door again, she stopped me and asked, “What’s going on? It’s just a dirty toad.”

  “I know, but those holes. Yuck!”

  “Yeah, they’re pretty disgusting, but I don’t see why you would have to panic about those. I just swept the amp
hibian out the door and it’s gone.”

  “I just can’t stop thinking about it,” I said. “I can’t get it out of my head… aaargh…”

  Mom looked at me for a second. I was almost pulling my hair out, like having a panic attack.

  “Maybe I’ll take you to the doctor, or better yet, to a psychologist. He will know what to do with this irrational fear or yours.”

  The next day, we had an appointment. We arrived at the psychologist’s office and he invited me to sit down in a big chair.

  After an elaborate analysis of my feelings and my experience, he said, “This is not uncommon.”

  “It isn’t?” my mom asked.

  “No, not really. A lot of people have some kind of phobia, a big fear for some kind of threat from nature that triggers the defensive survival instincts in the brain.”

  “Ah,” my mom said.

  “What your son is suffering from, is called trypophobia, the fear of holes. Honeycombs, certain plants, or even reptiles or amphibians with eggs can cause panic attacks and nightmares. Lots of people don’t like those things in the first place, but for some, it’s stronger than for others.”

  My mom and the psychologist talked some more and he prescribed me some medicine. We went home and my mom hoped I would overcome this phobia.

  I didn’t care about all the medical stuff though, because even though I had a biological, natural phobia, I also had a determination to overcome any fear I would discover in myself. I didn’t want to be a wimp anymore. I wanted to be free… free from fears and doubts. I wanted to show others, but mostly myself, that I could do anything. So I did the only thing I could do: I went to the village bee keeper and asked him if I could just join him for one day.

  “Sure,” he said. “But you’ll need a suit. Those buggers can sting pretty deeply. You can’t risk getting stung, okay?”

  “Deal,” I said.

  Anything to overcome my fear.

  I was nervous though. I wasn’t too sure if this is what I wanted. I would have rather stayed away from creepy things, but I already made the decision, and I was going to move on.