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Wolf on Freeway 7Alvin knew he could feel his weight start to shift under him as he placed the paper down in shock. They weren't crossed out like Leena's name so they were still alive. They had their names and address, worse yet, they knew that they were his parents; they even wrote in 'new mut' near the names of his parents.
"Come on lets get out of here before they get back." Caleb softly whispered as he began to tug on his arm.
"Too late." Drake hissed as he peeked out the window, "They just pulled in."
Alvin ran by his side and peeked over his shoulder. Damn he was right, a black escalade had just pulled out and out of it came a woman and three men. He had no question whom the woman was but the other three...No clue to who they were.
"Great shes got some of her cronies..."
Alvin nodded as he watched them examine the door and see it had been broken into with force. Shit they were defiantly onto them. "Come on we gotta get out!" He looked around, knowing it was pointless to go out the door, they'd be
Wolf on Freeway 6Calvin and Kyle were the ones in charge of the disposing of Leena's head and body. Since burying her might lead to suspicions. While the entire woman group took some of Leena's things and laid them beside her body and head, it was an ominous feeling to Alvin to see this all over again. It was obvious by Laura's face…this was really hard for her. Katy looked rather disappointed and as for Kristy, Alvin could see she was regretting what she said to her late friend now. Caleb, Drake, and James all had built a pallet as Kyle and Calvin went to find materials for the cremation.
When the boys had finished their work for the pallet, Kyle, Drake, Caleb and James all picked up the handmade stretcher with Leena on it. Calvin was the one to lead everyone out of the manor, a head of ceremonies type being now. Alvin could only watch feeling upset slightly…but he barely knew Leena. Didn't say he was cold hearted about her death, god no, he…just didn't know her well enough to feel very emotional abo
Ally nor FoeI'll be home tonight,
So tell yourself that I'm okay,
When you know inside that I'm yelling inside.
It's not my anger,
It's not my fear,
It's more or less frustration,
Of being far from my dreams.
I stand alone,
Even if I stand with others,
You knew this,
And this is me,
You made me this way.
Living and dieing,
Righteous and evil,
Vile and pure,
Moonlight guides me,
Glide along the broken road,
I've done this nights before,
And once again I'll trail the moon's road.
Coldness and warmth,
Ice and fire,
Give me a reason to believe.
Nothing stands inside anymore,
The will is gone,
The heart is beating,
Mind dead distraught from mental beatings.
Leaving life behind,
Not greeting the maker now,
Stuck between the two,
Holding on too tight.
They say they love me,
They show they love me,
But why can't I believe anymore?
Why are the words tattered and broken?
Why do they sound like a labored task?
Is it I that's the problem?
Am I just that naive?
Is this what I gaine
Karah's birthdayKarah glanced down the alley way as she ducked into it from protection of the rain. The hood of her raincoat was starting to seep through as she found a small ledge she could hide under for a few moments.
Today was her birthday. Now she was twenty. And out there somewhere her twin was too…knowing her they were having some big party for her. Karah pushed thoughts out of her head. She had to concentrate. Now, if she was going to eat tonight, she needed to get a hold of that slimy Ben who owed her money. Not that she needed it…she needed something to do.
"Huh?" Karah blinked and withdrew a small cell phone from her pocket. She looked at it for a second and recognized instantly the face of the person calling.
"Hello?" She had already flipped it open and spoke into the receiver.
"Yo. Whats up?"
"Not much, hey, where are you?"
She blinked, "What does that matter?"
"Well you said you studied magic a lot. Especially Charter magic right?"
What was he up to? "Yes…why w
What could POSSIBLY go wrong 2What could POSSIBLY go wrong? 2
Act 9…WERE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Author Cal: *leaning back in chair reading book* hmm…I didn't know that you had to use blue when summoning a nymph…interesting…*flipping through folk magic book*
Author Kristy: *appears with Author Katy toting Chinese * Hey Cal! *chucks egg rolls at her *
Author Katy: o.o *plops down eating chow mein* I swear those things look like rolled up dick.
Author Kristy: o.o…why does she like them so..*Glares at Cal*
Author Cal: …stfu Katy. *gulfs down egg roll and rubs hands together* Wheres my fricken Chicken fried rice?
Author Kristy: *sniffles *
Author Cal:…aww *pouts * You know I only li— Wait. Not even going to say it. We're being watched…later.
Author Katy:…your worse then Lm Cal.
Author Cal: Bite me.
Guilt: *Randomly appears and bites cal's shoulder* Hi…*Growls softly*
Author Cal: o.o…*melts*
Author Kristy: HEY! *Growls loudly and stands up* MINE BITCH! *Slaps him * OUT OUT OUT!
Author Katy: o.o…I thought I made you gay Guilt
Contest un finishedThe Hunt
Setting - Boston Massachusets, 2009
Katlyn Harris - Daughter of Harry Harris, 14
Broc Harris - Son of Harry Harris, 15
Harry Harris - Father of Broc and Katlyn Harris, CEO of Harris Airlines. 43
Molly Harris - Died at age 30 when Katlyn and Broc were 4 and 5 of age.
Emily Corzec - Daughter of Calvin Corzec, 14. Katlyn's Rival.
Calvin Corzec - Father of Emily Corzec. Head of Harvard University's Library. Professor of Early American History.
Priest George Melborn - Priest of St. John's on East side of Boston.
Nataline Clark - Best friend of Emily Corzec. 15.
Bethany Vanice - Best friend of Katlyn Harris. 15
Micheal Vanice - Father of Bethany Vanice. Boston East Acadamy of the Arts Principal.
Cathreine Vanice - Died in Car crash with Molly Harris at age 36. Molly Harris's cousin.
Jade Motigal - Katlyn's Lawyer for defence
Roule Lawrence - Emily's Lawyer against Katlyn
Plot - Words of how Katlyn and Broc's mother and Bethany's mother had both died
Who I amTo truely to know me, to truely see,
you must go where the trees are dipped with crimson gold.
To see who I am, the willow trees sing,
softly and slow, of a saga untold.
In this land, soon my friend, you'll learn that when on my turf,
I am the Queen without a Kingdom.
All you see,
All you feel,
I created it, with noting more then a fleeting thought.
And those you meet along the way,
Their me and not,
in the same moment and all.
All creatures, friend or foe, dinner or diner,
all tamed at the sound of my word.
And if my court willed of it,
shall they dance through the misty nights of fallen past.
Temples of secrets,
Dungeons of hidden,
can you hear it calling?
Let the saga begin.
Forests of decite,
Deserts of wounder,
I am there all at once, and no where at all.
Evil or good,
Gods or demons,
Warriors or Magi,
guess what, they all bow to my will too.
This is the unspoken deal.
And if your lucky, maybe you'll see me,
important of course.
Someone has to see the hidden bend in the
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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