Man named Nikolai (Edited Version)

Nikolai, a pizza delivery man in New York City, was on his way to deliver pizza to an office building across Brooklyn bridge. Everything was normal until he looked behind him and saw two fleets of cars behind him. He also heard gunfire. Nikolai tried to make a u turn to avoid these cars, but the bridge was only a few meters in front of him. One man opened the sun roof of a car and sprayed his machine gun bullets onto the Ford Truck in front of him. The truck exploded, and one of the tires spinning away from the car hit an eighteen wheeler containing boiled cabbage. Nikolai swerved away, and barely avoided the tidal wave of cabbages coming towards his car. The Man with the machine gun was not so lucky. All of the cabbages hit him so hard that he flew out of the car, and fell off of the bridge. A three- legged dog in the front of the eighteen wheeler barked frantically. More machine guns fired, and more cars crashed. Nikolai somehow avoided all of the violence. The bridge was coming to an end, and Nikolai rejoiced. His feeling was quickly overcome by horror when he saw the bridge being raised up. Nikolai stomped on the gas pedal, and made it to the end of the bridge. One of the gang cars made it too, but it ran straight into a fire hydrant. Driving away as fast as he could Nikolai looked back at the bridge. He saw lots of gang cars and the bridge being raised back to its normal size. There was also a helicopter with men throwing down ropes to pull in fellow gang members. Nikolai concluded that these were not your regular street gangs, they were very rich and organized gangs. Sweating, and exhausted, Nikolai finally made it to the office building. The first thing the lady said was "your late, Im not paying for this pizza." Nikolai smiled, and said, "Did you have any idea what was going on out there"? "Does not matter it is still late" Nikolai refrained himself from strangling the lady. "I drove through the middle of a gang fight to deliver this pizza, I at least deserve some form of payment". The lady rolled her eyes, and stated, "Your late, the pizzas late, and Im not paying for it." "I risked my life" "Well, Im sorry but your not getting anything for it" "Well you will" Nikolai grabbed all of the pizza boxes and smacked the lady in the head. She was out cold. Nikolai stole anything he could put his hands on: money, jewelery, and any other valuables. He took the pizza as well.  Nikolai sat in his car feeling relieved that he was still alive. As a reward for escaping death Nikolai was spat on by this lady. He could not believe it. Sometimes people just needed a lesson, and Nikolai gave a valuable one to this lady. 

Secret

Some secrets are best kept to yourself. Some people learn this the hard way, some people already know. Secrets are fascinating, and if you make even the slightest hint about it to somebody they will want to know everything about it. Once secrets get out, there is no stopping it. They spread like wildfire, and change as they are passed along. Many alterations to your secret could make yourself look even worse. Treat a dangerous secret like something you never want to see again. Lock it in a very secured vault in your brain, and when somebody asks about it, deny its existence. People will always be looking to rob your vault, and there are some very good thief's in the world. Always be on the lookout for robbers, and make sure your vault is top notch security.

Bankrupt (Edited Version)

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Mr. Meyers and Mr. Damian were becoming two of the most successful steroid dealers in the country. Mr. Meyers would make the drug, and Mr. Damian would deal it. They were bringing in a lot of money, and decided to set up a separate bank account for their steroid business. Mr. Meyers and Mr. Damian do not sell steroids to athletes; they sell them to bodybuilders and hired killers. The two men made sure to be very careful when selling to gangs, and tried to limit their business with them. Both of them on the outside seemed very nice, but inside they were monsters with demented ideas. Sometimes there were cases where Mr. Meyers would make a steroid that killed a customer if he or she was not to his liking. Mr. Damian would shoot anybody that refused his offer. Both of these men know that it took a lot of dirty work to make it to the top. They wanted to stay at the top, and do whatever it took to maintain their position. The unfortunate problem was that there are constantly people gunning for you trying to take your place. Soon Mr. Meyers started experimenting with steroids that were very expensive, and difficult to make. Mr. Damian took issue to this and told his coworker to be very careful. Debt kept piling up for Mr. Meyers, and Mr. Damian realized that they were losing money fast. Next everything went into free fall. Mr. Meyers blew up the lab making the steroid, and he was nowhere to be found. Mr. Damian kept getting calls about how he needed to pay up on the equipment. The bank called next saying that his account had run out of money. Mr. Damian had lost it, he was going to find Meyers and kill him. He sped to the lab, and searched the wreckage. Mr. Meyers was waiting for him, and got his syringe ready. Mr. Damian pulled out his pistol, and fired in the air calling for Meyers. Before anything could happen, sirens blared and both men were knocked out cold with tranquilizer needles. Nothing was ever heard about these two men ever again. They were put in a special facility, and were locked up there forever. What people did remember was the steriods that Mr. Meyers made. There are many horrifying stories of people being poisoned, and having bones broken from the drugs. These stories came out about two weeks after his arrest, and many people were calling for his head.  The police decided that they wanted nothing to do with this, so they let him rot in the prison cell until he would become a corpse. This is a lesson on why not to go in the drug business.

Free Writing

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“Take my camel dear,” said my Aunt Dot as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass. I shook my head and took the camel to the shed with my handcuffs on. My name is Jacob and I am twenty- four years old, and in prison as punishment for what my parents had done. My Aunt Dot had accused them of stealing precious jewels from her. My parents were arrested and they lived the rest of their lives rotting in prison. I do not know if my parents were guilty or not, but I do know that anyone who accuses their own family is a coward. Aunt Dot comes by every day and makes me take her camel. She always looks down at me with a smirk, and calls me “dear” very sarcastically. I always had two heavily armed guards next to me, so I could not punch her in the face like I wanted to. I had twenty more years of prison sentenced, and I could not bear the pain any longer. When I was younger, I was beaten by the inmates, and tossed around like a rag doll. Now I am fit, and the inmates leave me alone. The thing that is interesting about my prison is that they keep all the inmates in one cell. The prison is on the top of a mountain overlooking the whole city of Cairo. Many men have tried to escape, but they could not climb down the mountain. The mountain was so steep, and had many sharp rocks at the bottom. They all just fell to their death. I have always wanted to escape, but I knew I could never make it down the mountain. I had spent years thinking of escape plans, but none of them would work. The owner of the prison, Diabolos, was the most evil man I had ever seen. He was worse than my aunt. Once a year Diabolos would pick a random prisoner and tell him that he could either try to escape or get shot. Sometimes the prisoners would refuse, and Diabolos would shoot them. Usually they would try to escape, and fall to their death. I always flinched whenever I heard the thud of a body hitting the bottom of the mountain. This year Diabolos had his men put wooden pikes, spears, and sharp objects at the bottom of the mountain. I had grown to hate this man even more than my aunt. He would always laugh whenever a man fell, and yell at the other prisoners “I look forward to next year!” I swore to myself that I would have my revenge on Diabolos and my aunt. The only thing that was good about my prison was that I had a close friend with me. His name was Matt and we had helped each other survive. Matt taught me how to fight, and take care of myself. I remember when I first met him, after I was beaten. I had broken my arm and had several broken ribs. Matt healed my arm, and told me that he would teach me how to defend myself. We met every day, and after two years nobody in the prison dared to lay a finger on me. He never told me why he was in prison, and that angered me. One day I remember losing control of my emotions and telling him how I would kill both my aunt and Diabolos. I went into deep description of how I would brutally murder them and avenge my parents and myself. He replied with saying “Jacob, there is more to life than revenge, and hatred will not get you far”. I scoffed and replied, “My Aunt Dot was the reason why my parents died so early, and do you expect me to let that go”? “No, I expect you to endure”. “My parents deserve justice, and I will kill my Aunt” “I will do whatever it takes, even if it means the end of me”. “Jacob, one day you will have your revenge, but it can not consume you now.” “Now you need to focus on escaping, and learning how to live in prison.” Ever since then my respect grew for Matt, and all the time I did not know that he had already planned my escape. Without Matt I would not be alive. Today I woke up and realized that it was the day that Diabolos would allow someone the chance to escape. My heart was pounding, and I was sweating as the vision of my body falling down the mountain overwhelmed me. After five long minutes the megaphones blared with then name Matt. My head started spinning, and I was getting ready to faint. How would I survive without Matt? Matt walked up to me and said, “I will see you again”. He then whispered, “Look in your shoe, that is the key to escape”. He just walked away. Diabolos was laughing as he pointed his gun at Matt and said “death or escape”? Matt replied, “escape”. All the prisoners were taken out to the cliffs edge to watch the scene under close surveillance from the guards. I then looked in my shoe and saw a knife. Matt started climbing down the cliff, and I could not bear to watch. Half an hour passed, and Matt was still alive.  He had made it farther than any man before. The prisoners started to cheer, and then Diabolos screamed “Enough!” and fired his gun at the rocks near Matt. He fell, and fell until I could not see him anymore. A hot flush of anger overtook me, and I fell on my knees. I grabbed the knife out of my shoe, and cut my handcuffs quietly. Luckily I was nowhere close to the guards. I came up behind a guard and knocked him out with the butt of my dagger. I grabbed his gun, and then hurled my knife straight at Diabolos. The knife sank itself into his eye, and one part of my revenge was complete. Diabolos howled in pain, and then chaos ensued. I sniped down as many guards as I could, and all of the prisoners started to overwhelm them. I looked down the mountain for Matt, but all I saw was a long fall. I started running away, and a new surge of hope formed in me.

Recipe poems

A Motivation Recipe

Think of your greatest rival

Freeze your mind with all of their accomplishments

Heat your mind with how you want to beat them

Boil yourself with a purpose

Steam your brain with all of your accomplishments

Take one quart of passion and mix it with a liter of resilience

Stir confidence with humility

Check on your progress every hour

When the time is right

Take your motivation and feast on it

Serve it in large portions

A Relaxing Recipe

Take a gallon of exhaustion

A gallon of excitement

And a full couch

Turn on a NFL game

Enjoy the game with friends

Eat delicious food

Ignore your watch

Enjoy the moment