MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL by BILLY COY (affordable ebook reader .txt) 📕

faces with the back of their hands and their eyes closed. Bob was in shades so he didn’t move an inch; he looked on as the bodies disappeared off with the green flash light.

It was all over. Can City’s most dangerous villains that had kept most people’s lives in a fatal scare, had perished for eternity. Their presence would not be missed and their absence would certainly be felt.

The truth finally came out and Bob was a free man courtesy of Marshal of course, who was the main and right eyewitness, and the police chief per se.

On the other hand Anna had decided that with her husband and son dead, Can City was not a place she and her daughter would stay. A month after everything was settled, Bob drove Anna and Rachel to the Airport.

At the Jacksonville terminal Bob said goodbye to his two best friends. They stood at the checkpoint saying goodbye to him and emotions could not let them stay strong; both Anna and Rachel cried as they said goodbye to Bob.


“Hope you come back one day and pay me a visit,” said Bob. He bent down and hugged Rachel. Anna was standing back. “I will Bob,” said Rachel, “You will always be in my heart.”
Anna them also came forth and kissed Bob on the lips and they hugged. “I am going to miss you a lot Bob,” said Anna.
“I’ll miss you more,” said Bob.

The chuckled and then the soon departure of their flight was announce. Anna and Rachel walked through the checkpoint waving back at Bob.

“Bye, Bob,” said Rachel. “Bye guys,” mumbled Bob.
Anna and Rachel got passed the checkpoint and walked on to the plane.
Tears ran down Bob’s left eye, under his shades.

Meanwhile, putting on shades too stood an exact replica of Madia and Willow at the terrace, inside the airport, watching everything. After Anna and Rachel had gone to get in the plane, Willow and Media’s replica walked away from the terrace too. Bob didn’t see them either. He walked away from the checkpoint and headed back to his car.


The end


ARTFUL WORDS TO ONLY YOU Heart Cry
The streams of rivers flow in oceans,
Life is a rolling stone for everyday we live,
Hush beautiful sunshine, so bright everywhere you go. The fear of love breaks you apart,
But nothing there is to cry about anymore.
We look for settled grounds on earth, But many are barren,
For the tears of your heart have caused you so much pain; All is well for those who sail through pain in life,
Ahead there lies hope for a strained life. Heart cry like rain drops on your roof top,
Those are the pages of life that tell a story that never ends.


When life gets you in the middle of pain, Know nothing of the pain you feel, Somebody truly cares about you!
Many words spoken to another may cut deep like a sharp knife in the soul,
But the future holds many surprises that can never be known. The hated are loved by God, and you’re an angel of no fault.
Why should the stars shut down on you, when all you are is just
a victim of a life you never knew was ahead for you? Don’t cry my masterpiece,
For I know the road has been rough for you,
But I don’t mean any harm,
For you I’ll fight the impossible to keep a smile on your sweet kind face.
Heart cry like rain drops on your roof top,


Those are the pages of life that tell a story that never ends.


You might have known real beauty before, But you have brought true beauty in my life,
And now I believe in ruling the world of love because you’re a true diamond.
Let the pain of the past fade away, Fear not what truly tells what it is,
And don’t ever leave where you belong,
For many have fallen thinking glory lies where they’re just running to.
Where are you running to innocent sweet one?
For many have fallen short of what they thought was theirs to keep forever!
If I could speak for the lord,
I would possibly tell my life’s pains in a full story, But I’ll let life knock me down,
I know I‘ll always get back up stronger to your cute smile, The only one that has again given me hope!
I don’t mean to be straight-up, but who never wants the best in life?
Heart cry like rain drops on your roof top,
Those are the pages of life that tell a story that never ends.
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Publication Date: 02-24-2011

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