Jay Waitkus

Jun 14, 2021 by Jay Waitkus

GETTING into Manny’s estate wasn’t too difficult. One of the guards at the bottom of the hill gave me a little trouble, but he was out cold by the time it ended. The main house was enormous and well-protected from outside. Fortunately for me, I knew it well. Staying behind some trees near the gatehouse, I worked my way towards the kitchen area, went into a side door, and cut through. Before you knew it, I was in the study.

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Feb 22, 2021 by Jay Waitkus

“DO you know why you’re here?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because of the women.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“The women they’re saying I killed.”

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Jun 30, 2020 by Jay Waitkus

JULIAN Williams bounded past the shrubbery encircling Mrs. Altman's yard, hopped his parents' fence, and raced inside through the screen door. Heading straight for the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of lemonade, and perched himself on the small step stool next to the counter. He looked through the cupboard, retrieved his favorite glass, and filled it to the brim, gulping down the contents without coming up for air. He filled the glass a second time and began drinking again, completely oblivious to his mother, who stood there watching him from the living room with a smile across her face.

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May 12, 2020 by Jay Waitkus

DONNY Simms sat apprehensively on the trainer’s table. The butterflies were already churning. 

“Don’t be nervous,” his manager, Cal Burton, said. “This one’s a lock.” 

“A lock?” Donny asked. “Grady’s big-time.” 

“Mac Grady ain’t nothin’ but a washed-up bum,” Cal replied. “We take him down and move on to the next fight, same as always.”

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May 12, 2020 by Jay Waitkus

"EIGHT in the corner,” Lefty Sharpe declared. He set for his shot quickly. People often marveled at how quickly Lefty pulled the trigger. It was almost like he didn’t need to aim. The cue ball fired off his stick and smacked the eight ball crisply. The eight ball rolled along the smooth blue felt, caught the corner pocket at the lip of the guard rail, and rattled in. The Cue Room erupted.

“Did it again!” Trey Spenser laughed, as the onlookers cheered. Lefty’s opponent was only one in a long line of patsies he came across every night. There were few people who could give Lefty a decent game, fewer who could beat him, and none who could do it consistently. The patsy stood there for a moment, clearly a little humiliated. He plucked down fifty dollars on the table and walked away.

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May 12, 2020 by Jay Waitkus

"HALT!” the stunned guards demanded repeatedly, as the horse and its rider galloped headlong toward the Moabite castle.

Despite the words of warning, the steed continued charging toward the front, pulling up abruptly at the exact instant the gatekeepers raised their weapons to attack.

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Jan 07, 2020 by Jay Waitkus

I BEGAN this journey with the belief that this nation of ours was in dire need of a change in leadership. Everywhere I looked, all I could see was greed and corruption, especially in the highest political offices in the land. It sickened me to think that this was the best our country had to offer.

With recent events, however, our nation has truly come to a crossroads. Indeed, it is facing the biggest challenge it has ever seen. We as a people must decide whether it is time to take back our government from those who would circumvent our rule of law, or give up all hope that change can ever truly occur. The time to decide is now. The time to stand up and fight for what is right is now. If we don’t, we are lost. We can no longer afford to live unaware of the danger that now surrounds us.

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Jul 31, 2013 by Jay Waitkus

CHRISTINA awoke to find herself lying in a strange bed in a darkened room. She had no idea how she got there and could only vaguely recall what she was doing before she blacked out. She remembered that she was out with some of her friends partying at Shooter’s in the Flats, and that she had had a little too much to drink, but the rest of the evening was a blur.

Her head ached something fierce though and for the first few minutes of consciousness she was disoriented and a little confused. Was she at home? Did she go home with a friend or a stranger? The room had almost no light and it was taking awhile for her eyes to adjust, so she really couldn’t tell, but from the size of the room she knew she was not at home.

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Aug 14, 2011 by Jay Waitkus

THE room the sniper had chosen to take aim of his target was absolutely perfect. He couldn’t have chosen a better place if he tried, and the fact that he had found so perfect a spot only further confirmed his belief that God supported his mission. The sniper was hidden in an abandoned building just across the street from where his target had a speaking engagement, and the warehouse had quite a few windows which would make it harder for anyone to know exactly where the shot originated from. He had planned this moment for years now, and so far, everything was progressing just as he had planned it.

The gunman carefully loaded the cartridge for his M40A3 rifle, the same kind that the US Marine Corps use, and adjusted the telescopic sight so that it was aimed for where his victim would exit out into the open air.

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