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Oct 2015
Somewhere in the quiet distance, I hear it. The sound I have been waiting for. The echo of it rumbles far and wide across the land. I look around and see the frightened and confused faces. I also see knowing smirks on some faces that are then quickly hidden. I try to blend into the crowd but somehow they know. In their fear and confusion they are capable of almost anything and I begin to doubt myself. But soon they realize what I have done, they realize that I have utilized the most dangerous tool in my arsenal. I did not fire a gun, I did not plant a bomb, I instead planted an idea. An idea that will quickly spread across the land and threaten their way of life. They are scared, they are anxious, but best of all...they are intrigued.
Jonathan Firmin
Written by
Jonathan Firmin  Boone, NC
(Boone, NC)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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