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The city rose up before us, tall and towering, lit by neon signs. The boat had docked in a sea of yachts, liners, and fishing boats, allowing us to climb onto the dock among a crowd of other passengers.
It was a dark and stormy night...
no, no, no that’s not the way to start a story.
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Today is my granddaughter's seventh birthday, but
#47: They changed the password on here again + again i've figured it out. And They call themselves geniuses! i don't know what this stuff is but my skin, my flesh my whole body is so sensitive i feels like one big nipple, even my HAIR has feeling i swear. And from the sounds i hear coming from the others may or might not be human up + down the tunnel i know i could have it worse.
2012 and jobs in California are still hard to find, with the advent of high resolution computer graphics it is even hard to get a job as an extra on a movie or television filming, I need the help of professionals.
The waters were dark and gray as iron, sloshing sullenly against the sides of the boat. The sky was roughly the same color, marred by black clouds that blocked the sun.
It was raining, a fresh sprinkling of water that dampened my hair. I wondered idly whether there would be a storm as I gazed over the horizon.
© 2012 Nick B
“What was that?” Bob asked, looking about nervously.
I have been away for a long time, but I knew I had to finish this story. In the future, I think I may present a story in full before placing it here. My stories are to be published in book form, starting with the
“Adventures of Lizzie Jane”
You’re working outside, on a beautiful day, but as you work your attention is distracted.
For a moment, I could hardly move. My limbs felt like jelly, and my throat was so dry I had a hard time getting my words out.
"B-but it was an accident! She startled me!"
"We know," she interrupted. "But, Hannele... Did you know who that girl was?"
"Hanna?" Minoka's concerned voice sounded behind me. "Is something wrong?"
I barely paid attention to her. My whole body was tensed in primal fear, prepared to lash out at the slightest movement. The door slammed open, and I lunged out, my sickles slashing blindly.
I walked slowly down to the Battle Tactics Classroom, sickles clutched in my trembling hands. The school was up and about now, with people rushing in the hallways, dragging and carrying weapons with them.
"That was awesome!" gushed Elly, a bayonet slung over his shoulder. "Can you believe what I got? A gun and a sword! That's like two in one!"
Dear Ajau and Jajau,
How are you? Here at school I'm having a great time, except that a girl was murdered by a vampire today. I want you to be extra careful, in case vampires target you guys, too. I'm not being paranoid, no matter what my big brother might say. How are Keasa and Reuwo?
When I woke up, it was with a dry throat and a sore back. I realized I was slumped over my work half-asleep, and straightened up, wincing in pain at the aching.
The sun was shining through the window, and I blinked at the sudden light. Then it hit me like a train that I was probably late, because every going-to-magic-school story had to have this cliche at one point or another.
I hadn't realized the class had gone by so quickly. I guess when things are getting interesting time flies faster.
I emerged into the cafeteria, my shoulders still in a vice grip under Elly's arm.
"Whoa, look at all the food," he said, gazing at what was practically a buffet stretching from wall to wall. "I wonder how they keep it filled so much."
Battle tactics wasn't as exciting as I had hoped it would be. Mostly we just sat at our desks while a teacher rambled on about swordfighting, blocking, and attacking. However, we were informed that next week we would actually get to use a sword, so I just had to endure it until then.
The room was immaculately clean. White walls, polished wooden floor, orderly bookcases.
I can't believe it was me.
The woman behind the desk was gentle and understanding, with curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Miss Cenobi Hannele, is it?"
Am I supposed to be happy, or scared?
My voice came out in a squeak. "Please, call me Hanna."
Cat and Dog
by Joyce Melton
The Cat woke up in her tree and took a long stretch before looking around. The sun rose over there and that was right. Birds, delicious birds, flew over there, and that was right. The Dog was sniffing under her tree, and that was wrong.
Chapter1: Fresh Start
Maybee is a dull town, I thought as I got out of my father’s jeep and walked up the sidewalk to our new house. It was mid-august, and we had just moved, again. The ninth move in two years. I looked up at the house, an ugly two story yellow thing that very closely resembled a large box, and sighed.
How is it that I get the electric bill for the prior tenant of this temporal space?
Remember, she is a female gunslinger and the woman with her is a sharp shooter. It is said the other woman can shoot a target dead center while riding a horse at full gallop. I think you can handle them, but not here in town. It would cause too many questions, so what I suggest is to ride out into the desert and lead them into an ambush. That way, no one will know who did it and you would be in the clear.”
Return to the West
Return to the West
This is fantasy. I promise it is, well, at least to my knowledge it is? If you can prove it otherwise contact me. I would love to open a travel agency :) He* I might even go there myself.
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( ver. 07 so to speak
At 1 it's almost working :)