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He cannot help but think that Agent Scuzzy has something to do with this.... She and her flying liquid discharges.... The naughty smile on Agent Scuzzy's face is proof enough for the Assistant Director. She winks at him, a come-hither look, as an exclamation point to confirm his suspicions. Agent Scuzzy has no shame. The room is semi-dark—the blinds drawn tight except for slivers of light that peeps through. A dancing hula girl sways to and fro on top of the disorder splayed out in disarray…

“May I?” Caides looked up from the day’s notes, reiterating several ideas in his workbooks. A Radiant – one from the meetings – beckoned towards the open seat. The sentinel nodded, returning to work. The silence was comfortable, the clergyman ordering something to eat then resuming his seat. Caides’ eyes flicked up every now and then to examine him; the Radiant sat easy in his simple clothing, the insignia of his cult on his chest. A peculiar mark sat on each shoulder of the smock, a triangle…

Self- Reflection You can read many different things, and none of them strike a chord with you. Then there are those pieces that you read, that strike that chord. By striking a chord, I mean something that tugs at your heart-strings, brings up a particular memory, or just seems to have some sort of resonance with you. When I read “Visitors of the Black Belt,” I immediately realized that a chord had been struck. The poem by Langston Hughes seemed to just resonate with me. The poem sent me down a…

ignore this unless you're very bored, plz. i stand behind nothing I've ever said unless it actively hurts you, in which case i take full responsibility and will try not to say it without understanding why it does. one of the main problems with things is how hard some of them are. sidewalks should be more absorbent. one time i saw a lady scrubbing red liquid off the sidewalk in front of an acupuncture place, and i kind of thought that they'd pulled all the needles out of someone who got up and…

I felt so cold and helpless as my body trembled out of sleep, I had no memory of last night’s high. The morning dew stabbed my eyes like sharp razors, ten thousand sharp razors piercing my pupils. I struggled to move my weak, lethargic body to an upright position facing my bedroom mirror, where I glimpsed a white powdery substance sitting on my tongue it was at this point I noticed that molly, that magic ecstasy pill was ruining my life. I began pondering, where did I go wrong? How could I ever…

It was his first day of school, he texted me through out the day, basically saying she was annoying and such a goody two shoes, in which she was. He said how her sister Bianca was all over him and over Xavier too. So he texted me the address of the cabin, and I went for a drive with a shotgun in the backseat of my Tahoe. Is it the right thing to do? Maybe not. Am I going to scare the living shit out of some kids? Yes I am. “Xavier, what if she shows up with Damon, you know how bad this can…

I personally never grew up with anybody being a mentor to me but as I grew older and met different people, I think I can count someone as my mentor. I met a older girl name Mariah Morris and she's twenty-two years old. I met her through my ex girlfriend which is her cousin, But Mariah was like a friend to me when I first met her, our birthdays are two days apart and we share the same sign so i knew we were going to be real close already. She's real skinny and wears glasses, she's has two…

It was the spring of senior year. I can still remember the feel of the excitement thrumming through our veins – my friend, Zoe and mine. We had met up before the concert to ride together after showering and dressing up while simultaneously dressing down to attend our first official punk rock show. Promptly after getting there and eating a pre-show meal of hot but still greasy, pizza, this being one of many shows for us so we knew the etiquette, we noticed a line for a second show immediately…

Here’s the sort of thing that you might expect to see on the reboot of “The X-Files.” Thousands of snowballs spontaneously form, without any human hands to help, and then roll together like a ghostly invasion force through a field in Idaho. But as agent Mulder probably would explain to us, all those snowballs actually are a natural, albeit extremely rare, phenomenon known as snow rollers.As the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s website explains, snow rollers form when an unusual…

My soccer team was together for a very long time and we were all great friends. As we kept getting older we needed more girls to have enough to play and they always fit right in with us and got to know us very well. That changed this fall when the team split. None of us were happy, at least six or seven girls quit playing soccer and I was one of them. A few girls went to different clubs but the rest went to CBSC ( Council Bluffs Soccer Club) but I didn’t because I’m not a big fan of soccer…