One of the most flattering things that can ever happen to me is when someone wants to translate one of my stories into another language. When it happens, I am glowing with pleasure that someone wants to take that kind of time. I've always planned on posting a link when it happens, but never never did. So here am I to start.
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Sam stood at the middle of the circle of dirt at the edge of the field, and pointed the gun at the paper target, which was tacked to a stack of old hay bales. Overhead, the sun blazed, sending down death rays of yellow and bright orange.
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It was then that Sam realized that Dad meant it. In spite of the fact that his voice was low and even, which meant that he was trying to be patient, was talking to Sam as though he expected Sam to be smart enough to understand (which was something he seldom did), he meant it. Sam wasn’t going to be allowed to play soccer, not just this summer, but ( Read more... )

“It’s only for a minute, Sam, but you need to understand what it feels like, you need to get used to it.” The top of Dad’s lip glittered with sweat, and his hair stuck to his forehead, but he looked at Sam as though he didn’t notice, because what he was saying was the most important thing.

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There was nothing Sam could do. He was all out of ideas about how to cheer Dean up, or make him not mad at Sam. Instead he got a piece of paper and a pencil from the shelf along the wall and bumped a little bit into Dean as he opened the fridge. The only thing in it was some old cheese, one lone egg in a mostly empty carton, and a plastic bag of ( Read more... )

Sam shrank back against the wall as Johnson came close, but he only walked past Sam and shook his head as he walked out the door. He locked the door firmly behind him. Sam could catch a glimpse of him through the thick, narrow window in the door, just for a second as he locked the door. He was just doing his job, Sam figured, just trying to scare ( Read more... )

Dean’s eyes were wide open, glittering in the near dark, and Sam could almost see the expression on his face. He couldn’t believe that Dean wasn’t proud of him, even just a little bit. Dad had dismissed the whole thing like it had been nothing, just Dad to the rescue to sign the stupid paperwork and that was it, they were done. Nothing about Sam, ( Read more... )

Long Author’s Notes:

I’ve been writing Sparta verse stories since March of 2008. I wish I could have written more than four installments so far, but real life keeps coming up, other writing projects, other big bangs. But this year, for the 2011 Big Bang, I wanted to work on a story that had been sitting in my head for a while.

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Part Three

Turning his mind away from this thought, he moved around Dean and Dad and got the plates and the forks and the glasses and arranged them on the table. He got the salt and pepper shakers out too, thinking that might help with the taste.

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