Jordan Zuniga
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Aspiring christian creative writer creating pieces to provoke thought and give God and Lord Jesus Christ the glory! God bless and I hope you’re doing well!
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Give them the horns!
“This is Corporal George Wiliams of the 34th division! We’re pinned down, heavily! Unidentified alien objects are closing onto our location, and reinforcements are not far off! Does anyone read my message, over?” George yelled into the communication device. “This is General Donovan Striker of the U.C.S.C. base. We hear you and are sending immediate reinforcements to secure your position. Estimated arrival time: twenty minutes. Your orders are to hold that position until reinforcements arrive,” Donovan ordered. “Affirmative! We will hold them here for as long as we can!” George responded. “Give them a fight they’ve never seen throughout the galaxy, Corporal,” Donovan encouraged. “Yes sir!” Donovan sounded off.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
Evade the stampede!
The streets were full of the sound of many cars coming and going, with the scornful disdains of proud scoffers mocking and bickering with their earnest claims with regards to the right of way. The constant screams from perceived offenses continued as the street lights boldly declared that the pedestrians had the right of way. “Oh, come on! You didn’t move fast enough! I have work to get done today, you dult!” an Old Man scornfully mocked. “Oh, will you shut up? The light was yellow, and I didn’t have the time! Shut your trap, you dimwit!” A middle aged man retaliated as waved his hand out the window. The constant honking and raging went throughout the streets of the city, as I continued to read next to the statue of a giant bull next to the county library.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
The Matador.
“We could barely get an answer from the guy, and we had to calm him down before we even got a response. We only got one word out of him,” a Police Officer near the left chair stated in the office. The Police Commissioner had the palms of his dark hands on his face, as he released a sigh. “What do we know about the incident thus far, and what evidence do we have of this man?” the Police Commissioner asked with a deep voice. “Sir, we know that the thugs were well equipped and well organized, and they were working for some kind of crime cartel. They had this planned from the get go, and they had disabled the alarm system long before the robbery ever took place. As to how, we’re still investigating as we speak. They knew the in and outs of the bank area and had their movements extremely organized, which indicates that they either had access to the schematics or to someone with access to the schematics of the bank, and had knowledge of potential weaknesses within the bank's security system. Based on the equipment they were using, they were going after the main vault and could have very well broken in with ease. We’re still overlooking phone records to see if there are any irregular patterns within their phone,” the Police Officer informed. The sound of a pen dropping was heard as the Police Commissioner placed his right hand on his right cheek. “What did the man say?” The Police Commissioner asked.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
Where you and I, will grow.
The dawn arose at the stroke of seven in the morning, and the clouds of yesterday started to vanish. I could feel the moisture in the atmosphere, as I sat upon the grass gazing at the flower pot near the side of my house, with marigold flowers blooming from the soil inside the pot. As I looked at the flowers starting to truly blossom, I noticed how the sky wasn’t shrouded by the storm clouds, and my heart started to rejoice as my skin was touched by the gentle rays of the sun. The veil over the heavens had dispersed, and the day seemed all the clearer. Though the ground was damp from the pouring rain of yesterday, I seemed to enjoy sitting in it as I soaked up the summer sun early in the morning.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
