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RRP Mission 1: GOD DAMN RATS MAN.It was a Saturday afternoon, and the main shop alley was crowded with people. Landon trudged through the crowd, trying to maneuver himself to a spot where there were less people. His bright yellow scarf was ripped and caked with mud, he had a relatively big tear in his left pant leg, and his hands shoved in his pockets. Still, he grinned to himself, happy with his latest mayhem-causing stunt with Eva. The two had started slinging mud at one another, and ended up running away from the cops. After dropping Eva off somewhere safe, Landon was now looking for something else he could do, preferably something more dangerous. However, after looking around and finding absolutely nothing better to do, he decided to lie down in an empty alley and take a nap. Sure, it wasn’t the nicest place to sleep (especially since it was mainly just a bunch of trash bags), but at least no one would find him here. And so, he slept.
When Landon awoke, it was completely dark outside. "Damn." he allowed the
Femlock Post-Reichenbach: 3 Years Later"Jhoan!"
Sherly chased her best friend down the street, shouting her name. Jhoan finally stopped and turned around, sticking her hand out telling Sherly to stop running. Sherly noticed that Jhoan had tears in her eyes, but there was also anger and hurt.
Sherly spoke first. "Jhoan..it really is me. I'm back." She took a few tentative steps forward.
Jhoan whipped her gun out, pointing it right at Sherly's head, causing her to freeze. "Don't move or I shoot." Her voice was cold and bitter.
Sherly took a few steps back. "Jhoan..."
"Shut UP!" Jhoan suddenly screamed at Sherly. "You were DEAD! I SAW YOU!" Her voice was now full of anger and resentment. She stomped her foot on the ground. "You were dead Sherly Anne! And NOW you come back?!" Her hand was trembling, so she raised her other hand in attempts to stabilize her shaking gun hand. It didn't work.
"Jhoan, let me explain.." Her voice was soft. Jhoan cut her off again.
"No! No Sherly! You were dead! No pulse, the blood.. There was so muc
The Virtual World- Chapter 1The Announcement
“I hate my family so much.”
Liam Walker turned around to see his best friend Sevrinn Worran standing behind him, looking the same as ever. His chocolate brown locks swept in front of his face messily, sticking up at odd angles, showing that Sevrinn hadn’t done anything to his hair that morning. His bright green eyes peeked out from behind the curtain of hair that hid the majority of his face. He had thrown on a pair of light gray jeans with a black t-shirt, making his neon blue scarf that he always wore seem much brighter than it was. With his backpack casually thrown over his shoulder, he walked around the table to where Liam was sitting and literally threw his backpack down, plopping down in the chair. He crossed his arms and slammed his head down on them, groaning
“Well good morning to you too?” Liam responded quizzically. Sevrinn had been acting quite strangely lately, but Liam hadn’t said anything about it. He seemed to b
The Trigger Was The FriendShe had been clean for three months when she broke down again.
The night before, she went out with her boyfriend, had a grand ol’ time. Bad feelings were stirring in her chest, the feelings of something dark, something terrible. Something like death.
There was no note. There were no witnesses. There was only a blank computer screen with a single article: Young man shot down by police. The article stunned the girl, but she did not cry.
Her best friend came to her, crying, shattered, broken. BestFriend had loved him, he had loved BestFriend. He couldn’t live without BestFriend was his excuse for dying. Was it a suicide? She questioned the possibilities.
There she sat, a terribly sad song on whilst comforting BestFriend when she was aware of the nagging pain in her head. Pain of failing to comfort BestFriend, failing to have any meaning..and the world came crashing down.
‘Just one” she told herself as she made three lines. “Just a little bit deeper
SHIFT- Chapter 1.SHIFT: A NOVEL
"Happy 16th Birthday To Me"
It all started with a phone call.
It was late, I was sitting in my room, watching reruns of The Fairly Odd Parents with a bag of Cheetos on my lap, when my phone buzzed. I smiled when I saw it was my best friend, William. Muting the TV, I picked up the phone, and with a sing-songy voice, quoted a line that was pretty much the first thing we said to each other anymore. "Hello there starshine!" I chirped into the phone. I waited for my normal response back, but there was nothing; only silence. I continued on, "What gives, aren't you normally asleep by now? It's like 1:30 in the morning." Then he spoke. His voice was hushed, his speech was fast. "I don't have much time. So here's the deal."
That's when my life changed forever.
For the next half hour, I listened to William talk. "This is going to sound crazy," he said, "but just hear me out. I'm not human, Lexie." He paused for a second, choosing his next words carefully. "I don't
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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