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Tennessee Dragon
Chapter 11: Vessel
3 days after Lee had sent the telegram, the group was still in their bunker, waiting for their deaths. The food stock was running low and Skyler and Juan were cursing Lee’s decision to leave most of the food at the mall. The destruction outside sounded some ways off and Julian brushed the dirt off a window to have a look. Once he could see, he called the others to the window. They could see the tremendous forms of Wyraach Ur and Cynder about a mile in the distance. It made Peter’s blood boil to see the damage they were doing. “Ooh how I wish I still had my powe

Naginata pressed his hands against the glass, a calm expression on his face. His wife, Kuroi, looked at him A he paced back and forth, a concerned look on her face. She slowly stroked a kitten's fur and gazed carefully into her husband's eyes.
"What will you do as far as Luke is concerned?"
A scowl appeared on Naginata's face when that man's name was mentioned. "Why?" he asked, trying to control his anger. "Why did they raid his home knowing how helpless he was? That no one was there to stop them?"
"It's called tactics, my lord--"
"Tactics? Cowardice! They displayed sheer cowardice!" &

The middle-aged secretary was staring at me from her desk, I could feel it. I took a deep breath and looked at the shining steel toes of my boots, thinking maybe she’d get bored of me and look at her typewriter or the fresh coffee stain on the front of her shirt. But she didn’t stop. I glanced up to cloudy sapphire eyes with red lines in the whites peering at me over pearlescent-rimmed reading glasses on a rainbow-beaded chain. The scrunched expression of dislike on her puffy face was palpable enough the moment I stepped into the offices, but now, she was just being rude.

My head jerked up and I sneered at her di

Panties and Pistols or, What It Means To Lie Awake

[a woman, waking]
Fuck you sun, a good dream return it to me with french toast and moments for the eye’s undoing and get the cat off my right lobe convince the pillow it’s not me drooling look,the cat believes my ears are dry we weened him on your words, remember, some time ago you’re not listening soon my limbs, some fine movement, a tortoise, a boulder with aspirations, or a fly trapped in a bar i’ll have to write to Kellogs my mice think they’re just

When desire becomes need...

Is it possible to feel too much at times? Can the heart become a weapon...carrying the weight of unspent dreams?
There are rare nights when I seem to ghost dance with the world. I move through it, aware of the physical existence of people, places, things...their connections...and nothing more.They leave no indelible mark; they are a mere whisper on the landscape of my soul that echoes vaguely in my conscious mind...a glancing blow that barely registers. Mouths move...words are said and I comprehend the physical act, the meaning and reality - but it only ripples the surface. &

I am writing. Ok. Sallow creeps across a misted moon I almost tear it off and crunch it up, feed it to the trash-beast next my desk, it sounded so bad, so *purple*. The trash-beast crunches, merrily. I try again. Forest trees hang silent show Ripe fruits swing the branches below And bursting out from night’s cocoon, Yon Twirrel sidles its rigadoon- Awful. Horrible. Now they’re just wor

Breathe
My breath has left temporarily, and the only thing I can think is that one phrase, "when god closes one door he opens another." I never believed it, but now I do, because losing everything has finally proven to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
-----
Fog
The fog here is so thick I can barely see ten feet in front of me, but I can see him clearly. Black doesn't blend especially well with gray, and he's only standing about twenty feet ahead.
And without knowing how, I know that he is waiting for someone. That he's been waiting for a long time. That he would wait

Blood. Pain. Murder.
It had never quite occurred to me what exactly these things meant until I joined the war for Texas’s independence. I walked along the dirt and glanced at all the people around me. They all seemed like they were waiting for something bad to happen, like nothing good could come out of this war. Maybe they were right, maybe they weren’t. I kept my chin up and walked towards the edge of the Alamo wall. Seeing all of the soldiers and people who had come to The Alamo surprised me. More people than I ever thought would come, came to defend Texas’s Independence.
As I

I walked home in the dark. I saw a owl, and stopped it’s eyes a yellow tint and it’s feathers were white and spots of black made it look beautiful. I turned to walk and bumped into two men around 6’4’’. they looked down at me and I blanked out. They weren’t human. Their eyes were a dark red and their skin very pale. The one on the left smirked and looked at the other man who’s eyes were turning dark black.
‘looks Andrew a young vamp.’ he said looking back at me. I felt my throat burn from the tears I choked down. Then tr

Amy could not keep her eyes off of the back of Alex’s neck. She felt her own skin tingle with anticipation as she nervously peered over the pages of the book that was shielding her face. With her back hunched over her desk, Amy did her best to pretend to be listening to her instructor. Despite her best efforts she could not hide the fact that she was smitten. Amy had arrived at the Australian University from her home in New York a few weeks ago. Feeling alienated, she kept mostly to herself and focused on her studies. That is until the day she first laid eyes on Alex. It began as a simple attraction wh

Welcome to My Hell, How About a Glass of Wine?

Once upon a time, in a sunny and peacful park, Emmy Dunfer sat on a bench. Ha-ha. Wouldn't that be nice? Ah, well minus the sun... ~~~~~ &#

Having convinced Leewin to let her stay with him, Iridona followed Leewin home..
Leewin: My place... There's a dwarf gruton who comes and goes here, ignore him - He's perfectly harmless...
Iridona: Ok...Whats his name?
Leewin: Servent :/
Iridona: ... Hes your servent?
Leewin: Sorta yes and no - I don't keep him trapped in this place all day tho.
Iridona: Oh ok...
Leewin: *points in a direction* Bedrooms in there, you can sleep in the bed - I'm 100 percent with the couch, i sleep better on the couch... For nightclothes... umm... use one of my shirts or s

My slow days preceed quick ones but my bad days never follow good. They always come before. A good day is coming because a bad one (or two or howevermany) is ending. A dam that's too small so the water flows over or pants too tight so they tear. This dam is full like an unwatched bath with the faucet still pouring and these pants are too damn tight.
So where's my good day?

Try and make as many sentences out of a word.
1: Lets start with some easy ones
DOG Danniel's openly gay Danger, Outgoing Garrison Don't obliterate Girrafes
CAT Charles Approaches Terrance Carry Another Toilet Can't Approach Tiger
2: Now to get alittle complex
ROBOT Ronald Only Borrowed One Towel Rabbits Over Boiled Omlet Today Rare Ostrich Begins Offering Tea
CHAIR Candy Has Another Insect Rebelion Can't Handle Another Ice Ring Choose Her Appitiser Ivan Richards
DRAGON David

On the dark street I slide over damp, shiny cobbles. My foot tips, almost turning my ankle. Leaves have settled on the surface making it slimy. She has never fallen over here. I get to the door look up and down, then knock.
"Oh." "Surprised to see me?" I push my way in. "What are you doing here? I'm just going out. Don't shut the door, you can't stay here." "No?" "Look, I'm not talking to you." I take out a large folded square of polythene and lay it on the floor. "What on earth are you doing?!" I kneel and spread it out. "What are you doing? And why are you wearing those ugly rubbe

Chapter Eight, Pt. 4
Gentle rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom the next morning, coaxing me toward the waking world as though nudging me. It took a moment for me to establish where I was once again, which almost made me chuckle from the absurdity of it all. I hadn't woken in the same place twice since entering the wolfen realm and every day brought with it that personal inventory.
Only today, the usual details were a bit jumbled in my mind.
There was Charlotte Walker standing on one side, a human girl with a list of likes, dislikes, dreams, and desires that she'd formed in the twenty-one short yea

By commenting below, I vow not to talk about/ spread spoilers having to do with “Avatar: The Last Airbender” finale.

I will only talk about said spoilers in the designated forums and chat rooms and to other people who do know the ending
I will not assume people do know the ending by asking them questions about it or having a major spaz attack.
As well, signing (Er…. Commenting) this I vow not to rub my victory ship in any of my rival shippers faces.

The Encounter part 2

Marix Baldeshion ran pass a group of ensigns and used the elevator to reach the 3rd floor where the game area is.When he got there he catched a glimpse of a strange man looking at him sternly. He felt kinda freaked out but continued to Section C-3 of the game area where the Battle Simulation Chambers are held. He finall

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