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‘Michaela!  MICHAELA!’   
Mum was calling up the stairs for my little sister.  It was ridiculous.  A week of this and they still hadn’t learned.  I sucked in my breath and yelled, ‘MIKE!’   
Moments later she toddled in wearing jeans, a t-shirt of mine and a pair of Dad’s socks.  She had to, really, because everything of hers was pink and girly.  She went and stood by the highchair and looked expectantly up at Mum.  But Mum didn’t move.  She was just staring, and so were my dad and Nicola.   
That mo
Kris examined her hand, the ring from the dream was on her right index finger.That morning Kris asked Tye what happened. if her dream was real or not. Tye had no knowledge of any of it.Kris spent the day in the library to find any thing about ring, or Autumn. Cole walked in startling kris, he then watched her untill she grew annoyed and kicked him out.Tye came in a little while later,  "Reading.........................I must be dreaming" Tye mocked kris.  "SAY WHAT YOU WANT... i don't care i've got to find out about this ring" Kris snapped.   "Nice where'd you....."Tye's voice trailed off.  "You idiot I told you" Kris
Thump. Thump. Breath. Thump. Thump. Breath.  That was how the rest of my afternoon was spent, listening to my breathing and my heartbeat while waiting on Erin. I had noticed that when ever Erin crossed my mind, my heart sped up.  
 
'Dammit. Where is he?" I grumbled to myself, looking out my window into the back yard where he would have been walking if he was coming to get me. Erin and I would usually sneak off together in the middle of the night because our town didn't really accept the fact that we were both boys and we were in love with each other.  
 
The memories were fresh and clear in my head, when I had first
  Jojo ran to the old observatory where he always went. Of course, he was going to get in trouble for skipping school, but it was all worth it. He was almost there, until he ran into a familiar face. He looked up to see Layla; a 14-year-old Who with neon green eyes and silver hair.    “Oh, hey, Jojo!” Layla waved down at him.  
  “Hi… uh… what are you doing out of school?” Jojo stalled time.    “I was excused from school to put these flyers up around town.” Layla took one flyer out of her stack and handed it to him. He read it over in silence as Lay
Not so long ago, there lived a squid in a dark, dismal domain.   
Every day the squid would venture out into the doom and gloom to find food and frolic about.   
One particular morning, as the bubbles rose from the depths with satisfied glublubbahs, Squid discovered a most curious and delicious-looking patch of tubeworms.   
Squid devoured a few and thought nothing of it, besides the peculiar taste.   
Not a while afterward, Squid began dancing and prancing and doing the Calypso like a professional; none of which was voluntary.   
Squid’s questioning thoughts were soon rudely rebutted wit
Once upon a time, hidden deep within a wood a world away, there was a cozy little village called Bliss. Village Bliss was your typical, merry-minded community where the people worked and played and lived in perfect harmony. Here, everyone was greeted with a cheery smile and wished well on their way—everyone except Hope.   
“Snake eyes! Raven hair!” the children taunted her day after day as she walked home from school.  
 
“FRECKLE FACE!”   
“Leave me alone!” Hope would always shout, pulling her hat down further over her ears, but the rowdy children never relented until she reach
To my guardian:   
I know you are looking for me, and that you have searched several places. I wouldn’t recommend your further looking. You see, by now I’m far out of the reach of you and Sir Philip Morton. Perhaps I should start from where you will understand.   
I ran away from you not because I hate you—no, far from that—but because Sir Philip Morton has somehow twisted your thinking, making you believe that it is for the best. But what you don’t see is that I am far more clever than that and I saw his true intentions. So, seeing that I had no way around the situation, I ran away. The concept is
Her grandfathers had become gnarled and bent with age. Their leaves spread from widely splayed fingers.  She smiled and snuggled farther into the nook she had found.  "None of us were angels..."  Far above a family of geese sailed along. Their voices carried for miles, letting everybody know Fall was leaving, and Winter was arriving.  The sun was setting. He yawned and waved to Her, sending a blanket for the night. His sister rose up after him, and brought her millions of children to make a nightlight.  She smiled. Her hair was long, and had been some what braided by the wind. To himself, the wind thought of Her as hi
Now back sometime, long ago I came to a big, empty road. It was surrounded by trees, that looked like keys, and there was and awkward breeze. Now I walked down the road, for about a mile, and I came to a rock that was out of style, and it was about the size of a boulder, and it was in the middle of the road.  
 Why the rock was there, I don’t know why, but the rock started purring, the wind stopped, and it became cold. So I stood there burring, the rock was purring, and nothing was stirring and it was weird.   So I jumped over the rock and ran down the road, I came to a fox who was wearing a code, he had on socks that
The dogs were barking, following her. Hunting her. They had been trained to do this she knew. The wind hurried along side her, urging her on. He whipped her hair, and tossed her gown. He had panicked.  
"How can one man stop this ending?...."  She struggled over the broken ground, tripping over brush. They apoligized, anguished at their adherance. She ran. Her eyes were wild, like the sky she thought. Streaked and bright.  The dogs bayed. They had seen her.  "I couldn't help but to hear an exchanging of words..."  She fell. Her cry echoed. The wind stilled. He hadn't heard her voice in almost a millenium. The hawks ne
If only you could understand-  
   The park trips mean everything to me.   
You, running through puddles     Shaking off mud.   
Me, chasing you amongst trees     Prowling the shadows.   
Your warm breath and little gooey nose…     Oh, how we roll together through leafy stacks.          And then you cover my face with big sloppy kisses.   
But I’m happiest in the car ride back home-     How you bounce and roar to see the wind fill up my mouth  
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Jake and me goin' to my new apartment.  I said: "Hey Jake, if you want you can take a shower"  Jake: "Thank's, okey"  I answered: "No prob, I go in the second bathroom, to take a shower ,too."  Jake: "Okey dokey"   
-5min's later-   
Jake yelled: "Woow, you have a great bathroom!"  I said: "Owhh, thank"  And we both started laughing...   
Jake was in the living room and watching TV and I said:  "Jake, I phone short Maggie B"  Jake was just wondering and answered: "Your business partner from Germany???"   
"Yea, that's right", I said.   
On the Telephone.

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