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Carmilla left her class early. She needed to grab a shower, plus she had to pick out something to wear. She power walked back to her room just so she could be ready for 6:30. She managed to get back to her room by 5:45 which gave her plenty of time to shower, and fix herself up. She jumped into the shower and got out 10 minutes later. 'What the hell do I wear? Are we going somewhere nice or casual? Should I text her and see? Fuck it, I 'll surprise her. ' Carmilla decided to wear her black…

As I walked to my friend, Kelcies ', restaurant I look inside and saw that only a few people were dining in. I walked to the entrance and pulled the handle but to my disappointment it was locked. I notice Kelcie at her station. I do my best by waving my arms to try and get her attention as well tapping on the window, unfortunately I fail to do so, as I watch her disappear to the back of the restaurant. With a sigh I sit on the curb hoping it won 't take to long for her to finish cleaning. It had…

Leading him by the hand, I quickly went to the bedroom. I swung Raja around and lifted him onto the bed. “I’m wet.” He pushed on my shoulders when I climbed on top of him. “Let’s dry off first. We’re going to soak the bed.” “It takes too much time.” I smashed my lips to his and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Grabbing his cock, I gave him a few quick strokes and felt it harden. Raja turned his head and gasp for air. “Slow down.” “I’ll take it slow next time.” I hurried back to the…

The last thing I remembered about him was his Roman nose. We were at ‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant, and we were having a good time with each other. We agreed to meet at this exact spot, and time after 20 years, and then we parted. We just left each other. That was the last time I saw Jimmy Wells. I feel a drizzle of rain beat down on my coat. I’m waiting at the doorway of a hardware store. The moon glistens, lighting up everything just enough for me to see the outline of my surroundings. I see…

Mackenna is a sophomore in high school and a second-year in FIRST. Each week she spends at least 16 hours in the engineering room, two hours at outreach, and 15 hours at work. Though she has a busy schedule, she manages to lead a team undaunted. Mackenna’s main focus, since the beginning has been to get involved and improve the ideas of FIRST throughout her community. Mackenna began her journey with FIRST in the Intro to Eng Design classroom. It was here, where Mackenna’s considerable potential…

When Starr first told me that she was going to become a ‘call girl’, I wasn’t really sure what to think. I was angry, I was scared, but most of all I was ignorant. She had told me multiple times that she had been running into some money problems and even though I offered some assistance to her, she turned it down and said “Thank you, but it’s not enough”. In turn I started to think: how much trouble could she be in? After I voiced my concerns to her, she began to explain to me why she had an…

The Boger Gallery and Williams Memorial Chapel are displaying the unique work of Stephen Watson, an artist whose medium is ground spices. Watson’s spice art installments are made by sprinkling powdered spices and herbs onto pieces of precut plexiglass that are laid on the floor. Custom designed stencils are used to layer the spices and create intricate patterns and designs. Watson said he has been working with spices exclusively for almost two years and there was a journey that brought him to…

Winter moved about punching a punching bag, getting ready for the fight. Summer lean on the door frame. “Well, you just going to use your hands?” Summer question “You got something better in mind” Summer gave a smirk causing Winter to roll her eyes, the Earth pony crossed her arms. Summer open up the wall, showing a large green cannon and a large gray stone hammer. “I had a lot of free time, three years is quite long” Summer said, Winter picked up the cannon. “So what does this do?”…

CHAPTER FOUR The Skeleton in Silk Pajamas It’s odd how people’s truths can be tainted, their lies can become facts, and their reality can be anything that fits into one’s rendering of whatever that is. My dad gave me that little nugget of good sense long ago. And after I read an article in The Cloak-and-Dagger Town Crier, I finally grasped the value of his wisdom. I read it again to Twist: A distant relative of the fabled Captain MacBride discovered a secret room yesterday afternoon in a…

As Gatsby walked towards his pool with his mattress on his shoulder he heard a faint crunch of leaves, he looked and then he heard it once more and he yelled out “Who’s there?”. No answer, so then Gatsby stated, “If you don’t show yourself I’ll call the police, now who is there”. Out stepped Wilson with dried tears on his face and his gun pointed at Gatsby’s head. Gatsby put his hands up and asked “Who are you and why do you have a gun pointed at my head?”. Wilson then said, “Why did you do it,…