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Knowing my situation is near helpless, I lie in wait for my impending doom. Their footsteps continue, passing nearby, yet not noticing me. Great. Another few minutes until they
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She was ready for him to stumble home from work in a drunken mayhem, to open the door and enter only to seal his daily vengeance brought to him by his own clouded mind.
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the birth of the lie," he said. Blasted swung the axe. It sliced through the criminal's exposed neck with a meaty thud and a wet slice. "I think that went pretty well," he mused.
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Put ice on the bruise forming on your cheek. Step 14: Politely ask her not to slap you again, but acknowledge that you totally deserved it. Step 15: Watch her leave and cry a bit.
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patted his hand sympathetically. "Josiah, you're still important to the group," Magh said. Josiah huffed. "But it's the Five of the Trout, not the Six!" he complained.
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to any who had spent far too long trapped, desperately waiting release. Andrew knew that he couldn't reach every genie, so he had to find a way for them to rub themselves free.
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figments of my imagination- sitting on my kitchen table watching on as life is lived. holding on to the last bit of battery life- before being forgotten and replaced by an upgrade.
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wit in his game to back off. why would he? with a name like bob he had nothing to loose. an average guy- hoping to leave his past behind- transition into the womyn he'd yearned for
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want to bend over and file them on the concrete. leave traces of myself behind. follow the remains back to safety.
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I'd always check the work schedule and call in sick if I was rostered on with Bobbery. Being in a confined office with him and his distinctive scent made me feel ill. His eyes were
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seen her cat, Mittens? She glanced around desperately, losing more blood by the minute. Above her, she saw a flash of grey. Mittens landed on the tiles before her, holding bandages
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for advising her to avoid killing if possible. He was a soft touch, a remnant of a weaker generation still living in the past. Kalki needed to be ruthless to maintain the timeline.
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the weatherboard wall were telling a story. I watched them closely, but you can't read the lips of a shadowy projection. I turned from the empty house and slunk away into the rain.
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"Be gone," she commanded, though her voice was kind. Hrengor bowed low, his forehead almost touching his knees. She waved her hand to dismiss him. Hrengor walked backwards out of
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I looked up, needing to crane my neck to see the man's face. "Look, I'll be honest with you," I said, "I have literally no idea what you just said." I'd been distracted by the cow.
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And I continued my journey as a graduate student in the year 2355, after the planet of my birth had been destroyed and the templates of my cradle civ were irrelevant. But still I
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plummeting and that was before they found out about the attack on Deep Space 666 and the Merkin Armada guarding the Pits of Tomorrow from the Plenaries Incursion. EJ Camacho thrust
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a slew of multiverses with a mischievous grin. I started being known as the Mano Lisa because it was pointed out how much I looked like Da Vinci's Mona. Hand Lisa? Esperanto? WTF?
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his scores of human sacrifices. All of them with his own hand & this sword. The Elves called it Rluiaiche, The Pregnant Pause. The chaste Knight of KnowNothing rode dirty in Spirit
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Viscositous suspension in the heart of sass, my neolisms kick your neolism’s ass. I coulda woulda shoulda rotunda. Flats. Are a scourge upon the land. No one could see the differen