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The blood curling scream escaped from the man sitting in front of me. As his thick green blood coming down from fresh gash on the top of his forehead. He brought his head up for me to see. The Plague’s eyes a dark marsh green. If I was a regular person, he eyes would feel like it was burning in my soul. “I bet you didn’t see this coming now did you?” I spit out. I walk slowly to him, taking out my poisoned blade. The Plague smiled. I knew that he was trying not to look hurt and regain his lost…

Did y’all get him? Is he dead?” “Sit down, Kush,” he commanded the pit. And it obeyed. “Darn it’s well trained, I see.” “He know I don’t play no games.” He gave the dog a rough rub on the back. “But yeah Auntie, I lie to you not, we just went on a rampage. If he ain’t dead all I can say is that man upstairs was wit’ him. I swear we just set it off. We had to let go at least a hunnard rounds.” Nessa pressed her left hand to her forehead appearing destressed…

Scene One Characters: Russell - very careless, funny, normally energetic, is mean to most people except his close friends Markus - Boastful, and sometimes speaks very monotone to be funny/ or sarcastic Darnell- Group friend leader, always funny, great athlete, not smart, give good advice to Russell Setting: Location: During lunch, it’s a short day, this is near the outside table benches, At Rise: At rise Russell is sitting at the school bench, thinking about how he’s going to be…

"It's not so bad, bats are more afraid of you than you are of them." Wrong. *AHHHHAAHAHAH* "Maybe it was ducklings." *THEIR BAT FINGERS HURT?! GAHHHHHHH!* "Yeah, ducklings." OoO Soos was swabbing some disinfectant on Dipper's open wounds while Mabel busied herself by wrapping bandages around his head. "La, la la, applying disinfectants, so Dipper doesn't get rabies or some weird stuff like that...doo doo…

I couldn’t…” apology. Mad as she was, what held her attention the five inches of hard as a rock dick in front of here. The first she’d seen him stay hard after blowing his load twice in one night. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Gosalyn mumbled. She cast glance to her communicator watch as she wiped Honker’s spend from her beak. Their time was up. They had been hanging around the arcade for twenty minutes now. "We better get back on patrol before dad blows a gasket…

So I was sitting there and Chavez was doing his stretches. His Fresno State flag on the ground, and I was just waiting for the game to start. It was Tuesday afternoon and Chavez was scheduled to be one of our refs for soccer. Yes, it had to be Chavez. After his five minute stretching session, he stood up and started doing jumping jacks. All those stretches just to run around a field carrying a whistle and a flag. The good thing was that our main ref for the game was Mr. Navarro. After five…

but want to see him again. I don 't know whether it’s because of the mysterious vibe he had or his hazel brown eyes. “Do you want to go and get a coffee sometime?” I say very fast and weird. He smiles and started to nod his head, and looks up. “Yeah sure I would, can I get your number?” He says as his cheeks start to get redder and…

grill. Philadelphia is a wonderful place with tons of culture, history, and even people. They bring a lot of things to this wonderful melting pot, but 3 things that first come to my mind is sights, smells, and tastes. Remember that steak from above? Yeah, that’s a phili cheese steak, and no if you haven’t gotten one from Philadelphia it’s not the same. The open grill sizzling typically with a rather large guy cooking it in a grubby white apron that has seen the battle scars of many steaks to…

there something wrong? Bianca: There is a problem involving my dad. Bethany: what do you mean? Bianca: Sadly, he doesn't want brown people in his house. Bianca: I'm sorry. Bethany: Boy, people are racist these days... Carl: Is there a problem? Bianca: Yeah, my dad is a racist and he doesn't want brown people at my party. Carl: oh. Bianca: I don't know what to do, Jessica is my friend and I want to invite her, but my dad won't let her. Carl: You could just invite her anyways, we can explain to…

not really taking in all that Biana had said. “Wait, what?” he said. Biana sighed, but repeated herself nonetheless. “I said, my parents gave me permission to date.” Tam’s jaw dropped. “Whoa. So, you can date anyone?” Biana shrugged. “Well, yeah, but they have to know and approve of the guy.” Tam smiled the biggest smile Biana had ever seen. “Well, my parents don’t really get to stop those sort of things, so I guess I’m allowed to as well, if I find the right girl….” Biana smirked.…