Untitled 28“What can I get you Tony?” I asked the middle aged graying man sitting in the corner table. Tony is a regular here, but most of us avoid him like the plague unless it looks like he needs another drink. There’s just something about Tony that can make people uncomfortable around him, ever since his daughter… You see, About four years ago his 21-year-old daughter began growing teeth and claws whenever there was a full moon. Yeup, you guessed it. She’d turned into a werewolf. As hard as it was for him, being a hunter of her kind made Tony feel like he had no choice. He put her down. After doing that, well, he pissed off fUntitled 28
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Despite what had happened last night, I didn’t feel sick. My head didn’t hurt, I could breathe again, and when I moved my arm it no longer felt broken. Strange. I must have been asleep longer than I thought, though it felt like any other day to me.
Without thinking I stood up. That’s right, stood. I had been sleeping on the floor underneath a wool blanket, though oddly enough it didn’t itch. Normally when I have a woolen blanket it itches like crazy… and what was with the straw? On the floor?
While I was trying to work that out I seemed to have walked over to
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I ran off, leaving Raul standing in the snow, but knowing him, he'd follow me. Whether I liked or not. I slowed down my pace and knew exactly where he was. I raised my gun to the right of me and shot.
"You know, that would've hurt if you had hit me," he whisper closely into my ear. "What do you want?!" I exclaimed to the stubborn shapeshifter that I had
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The morning was cold, and I shivered. I was wearing a black long sleeved V-necked shirt and black jeans. I had a dark grey vest over my shirt and black and white converse that went above my ankles. As I neared the school, I watched a lot of other girls driving by in their sport cars. “Preps,” I muttered. As I walked onto campus, a few people stared, but luckily, not many. I followed the map around the school and found most of my classes, but I was extremely lost with others. I was about to ask a tall blonde haired boy, but the bell rang. The boy shot off
The Rising MoonThe day was hot, a wet heat. The kind that made your clothes sticky before you even put them on. Mark lay in bed, starring at the glass lamp in the center of the ceiling, knowing that any moment his mother would burst through the door and turn it on. He was late, he already knew that but something inside him made him tired without even stirring. His muscles felt as though he'd worked all day and his bones seem to ache from repeated motion, though he had done nothing.The Rising Moon
The white flash hurt and he quickly covered his eyes with an arm trying to blot out the wicked light. His ears hearkened a new pain as his mother sh
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Uneasy
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Holy sheet! I see a ghost!
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"I'm not against what's right, I'm not for what's wrong...just making my way and I'm gone." - Shinedown
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i am me... wanna be friends?
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The journey of my interpretation is that which can be written with ink, and illustrated with imaginiation.
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i am me... wanna be friends?
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The journey of my interpretation is that which can be written with ink, and illustrated with imaginiation.
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