StevieThor

Most women find it attractive when a man has a pet that he loves, such as I am with my dog Jett. It makes them think the male would be a suitable father. But, this isn't so. Just because I'm good with my dog doesn't necessarily mean I am good with children. If I had that outlook on it, I'd have my children sleep on the floor next to my bed everyday. "Dad, I had a nightmare," he would say. "That's okay," I'd reply, "just try not to get fleas on me tonight." Every morning, I would strap a chain around my son's neck and have him run around the lawn. Then, I would tie him to a tree and go to work. I would kiss him on the forehead, rub his hair

It was the longest walk of his life; each step seemed like a mile. It seemed to take three hours walking up the stoop to his front door. With a click and a clack, he quickly turned the lock, and, with a squeal, the door opened. He was inside now. He dropped his school bag down on the floor, which is what he always did after school, but, this time, the crash of text books echoed through his head like the screams of demons, haunting his every thought. He walked to the pink, carpet of the stairs leading upstairs where his sanctuary was, a room with walls plastered with posters of his favorite comic book heroes. As he took the first step, one-

Page 1 1 - Establishing shot, back view. Captain America is trotting through a desert area in the Middle East at night. He carries his sheild on his back, holstered as if it were a shotgun. Dry rocks fall down to incredible drops. There are no soldiers in site. A camoflauged missle silo is about five hundred yards in front of him. 2 - Back shot of Cap, he drops down to one knee and reaches back for his sheild. 3 - Back shot of Cap standing up in a collosal pose with sheild in hand, we see an army of about 300 in front of him over his shoulders. 4 - Back shot of Cap, we see the army point and shout at Cap. 5 - As they run to him

Alfred - narrative Watching him come in through the darkness of the night He is bruised and battered and beaten from the fight "Stitch me up," he says with great discomfort in his voice So I sew his wounds without delay, as if I have a choice "Sorry about keeping you up so late," he says with look of sincerity "But I'm woozy from the fight that broke my rib and fractured my knee" There's nothing to worry about, I tell him with an uncomfortable smirk I was just cleaning the mansion, I say, and it was a nice break from my work His wounds close and his bones are set to leave nothing behind but a story and a scar And he quickly shoots u