Fahrenheit 451 Short Stories

Walking out of his office the Captain glances across the crowded precinct floor. Each officer appeared to be steadily working on their tasks at hand.
"That's what I like to see," he thinks as he continues monitoring his crew.
He's been a part of the police force for over thirty years. It was his life, his reason for being. Last month the doctor's suggested he retire. He told the captain his old ticker couldn't take much more of the long hours, sleepless nights and the stress that comes with the job. He knew the physician's probably right, but how could he possibly give up the only life he's ever known? How would he spend the rest of his days? Napping in front of the TV the way his father did. No, he planned on sticking it out for as long as

"There's nothing more you can do tonight gang. So you might as well go on home, get some rest." Hearing those blissful words, the three quickly start gathering up their belongings.
"Captain, 911 received a phone call on an arson at the bowling alley." The dispatcher announces.
"Let the uniforms handle it."
"They are, but they thought you might want to know because the witness claims they saw a dark coupe drive away from the burning building."
"We're on it, Captain." Joe replies trudging to the elevator. His partners reluctantly followed suit.
"I can get someone else to cover it, guys." The captain yells.
"No, it's our case, we'll handle it." Joe answers. His coworkers nod in agreement.
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Once the kids were in bed, Julie started preparing for the romantic evening.
"First I need to find something to wear,” she thinks, scavenging through her sexy lingerie. She'd pick up one skimpy negligee, look at it and then toss it on the

Remembered the costumes hanging up in the closet, she runs across the room.
"I haven't played dress up in a while," she excitedly thinks, laying the outfits on the bed. She pulled the last costume out of the closet when her four-year-old walks in the room. Not wanting Abby to see the provocative wardrobe, Julie jumps in front of the bed to block her view.
"Mommy, I'm scared."
"What are you scared of, honey?"
"The bugs."
"There aren't any bugs in your room."
"Yes, there is, I saw one just now. It was big and mean, like the one in the front room."
"Aunt Rachel told us they're good spiders."
"I don't care, I'm not going back in there until it's gone!" Abby states, crossing her arms.
"You need to get some sleep honey, you have preschool tomorrow."
"Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?"
"I know, we'll go in and kill the bug you saw?"
"It might have friends?"
"We'll kill them too."
"They'll hide until after you leave and then they'll all come out and bite me, for hurting their friend."
"Now you're being ridiculous."
"No, I'm not, I saw it in a movie once. These big ugly spiders came out and ate people while they're