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Like A Stone: Chapter 2 We're on our way to the hospital. This cab smells like a trash can in a brewery. I think I can see some of the beer stains on the seat back here. Well that's pleasant. Mike is sitting in the front seat, while Nadia sits next to me here in the back. To my right is the city of Chicago. Looking at my phone to check the time, It's seven-thirty-four. It gets dark here in Illinois during this time of year. Christmas Eve and I'm going to the hospital. I lean next to the window and practically breathe on it. That's when Nadia speaks to me.
"Neal!" Nadia says, almost shattering my eardrum.
I motion my hand in dismissal. "What?" I refuse to look at her.
"What happened to Clare?"
"I don't know, ask Mike."
I bet you anything that Nadia is pouting right now. "I have just a minute ago, and he's panicking too much to understand."
The bell rang, and it was time for me t
Persona 4: Midnight Return: Chapter 6 Yumi got upset and starts to kick and punch the door. Tohka and Kaname just stare at her awkwardly. The whole time Yumi was swearing and cursing Shin's name. In her anger Shin replied, yelling through the door.
“Would you leave me alone! It's not like you give a damn, so just go away!” Shin shouted, he sat on the floor leaning on the door. He held his head, “Go away, and never come back! I've done that for all of you, so why can't you do it for me?” He stood up and banged on his own door from the inside with his fist, “What do I need to do to make you people happy!”
The girls look down in shame, Yumi stops hurting the door, Tohka held her arm in defeat. For a while no one moves, no one said a word. It was like this for thirty minutes. “Go away, and never come back,” the very words said to him were now on display to them.,“I've done that for all of you!”
Like A Stone: Chapter 1 It's Christmas time, and this happens. I sit here in my room, my laptop on the desk with a half finished story. With a pondering thought, I realized something. I'm not worried. For the longest time I've been voided of emotion. I understood that people have these emotions and they practically run their entire lives. From morals, to thoughts, to actions, that's all they've ever truly relied on. Not rational thinking, or understanding the best method; emotion is the exact opposite. That's what I've learned in my life experience, and so far I haven't been proven wrong. At least... that's what I should be thinking.
This all began about four months ago. I was walking from my home to school. I live in Chicago, where the bad of bad live. With just Chicago alone, Illinois has topped off the list of the crime/death ratio. Four out of the last five senators we've had are in prison. We had Al Capone, the Chicago Riot and Fire. This city is terrible, but still... with it'
Dungeons and Dragons: Two Kings Revolution: Pt 1 This is a sort of a guide to play The Two Kings Revolution in a D&D format. Unlike in the story however, you will not be a Man-Slayer. Man-Slayers are supposed to be unstoppable killers, and that's like facing an Elminster or a Drizzt Do'Urden; you it's unfair. Still, you will be fighting alongside other Man-Slayers, and even against the Man-Slayers at certain times. Allow me to put everything in prospective before I start labeling everything, this is a combination of D&D 3.5 and D&D 4, I call it D&D 4.5. Basically this means, class, race, and restrictions are important. I didn't like D&D 4 because it was too balanced, one class could still become supreme. In D&D 3.5 you needed every class just to get by, therefore you couldn't overlook anything.
Onto the class features. All classes from D&D 4 are allowed. Meaning, Swordmages, Warlocks, ect... they're all allowed. However, they have restrictions. For example, the Swordmage
Pokemon: Reluctant Traveler: Chapter 16On their way to Cerulean City, the gang found themselves staring outside of an open cave. The entrance was dark and inviting for the insane. Erika gazed at it, with a long face and wide eyes. Cal giggles at the sight of Erika's fear, while Roy lights another smoke. Hale looks at Erika and snaps his finger in her face.
"Hey, are you all right?" Hale asked Erika.
In response, Erika punched Hale in the face; innocently. "Yes, I'm fine, what are you talking about? I'm not afraid of the dark, no sirree, I am just fine with this!" She spoke fast, so fast that almost no one could understand her, except for Caro.
"She says she's afraid of the dark." Caro said with a disapproving look on her face.
Erika was flabbergasted, her face went crimson, and she flailed her fist while shouting at Caro. "That is not true, why would make up such lies like that!"
The guys chuckled at the response, Erika turned and even saw Hale with a grin on his face. With a puffed up face and near tears in her eyes, H
Like A Stone: Prologue As I sit here in my room, I continue to write my stories. My bed is comfortable, and my worlds are great. Tragedy before the dawn of joy. I like that, but these are fantasy worlds. Meaning; there's always a happy ending at the end of the road. That's not reality. I've posted my works on many sites and I've gotten great reviews, why? Because I make the fantasy connect with the real world. There are no happy endings in my stories, because there is no "happily ever after" in the reality that is life. Here I am, in my senior year of high school, and yet I am the only one connected to the real world.
Most others think, "college, career, job, success, simple" they're naive. I am too, because I thought she'd be by my side forever. Nothing lasts forever, that's why things change. Clare Orion, that's her name, and she left my side to go to some other guy. Can't exactly say I blame her, I can't even be mad at her, it was her choice; not mine. I have... no hold over he
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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