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  Separating Jekyll and Hyde 6Entering the "video shop" with Bruce once again, Maeve placed the wad of money on the counter. "Thanks, Quickie, Irn Bruce." Conner told them, handing each of them a few notes from the pile and ignoring their scowls at their respective nicknames. "Yeah, no problem." Maeve muttered before changing the subject, "So I was thinking of going out tomorrow night, so could you give me some stuff to sell?" "Yeah, no problem. E and weed?" Maeve nodded, already planning which clubs she would visit, envisioning the places she would stand, the types of people she would sell to... it was becoming old hat with her.& Separating Jekyll and Hyde 6
  Handcuffs... Rape? Ch. 10 After Tails had gotten all washed up, he headed into the kitchen. Sonic as expected was sitting at the table reading something, Tails couldn't make out what the book title said but he did see something about, mechanics??? Tails raised an eyebrow and went over to Sonic, "uhh, Sonic?" Sonic looked up from the book "hmm?" "Why are you reading a mechanics book?" "Don't know, just picked up from your collection of them and started reading it, it's actually quite interesting." Tails smiled, "so you don't think they're a bunch of geeky books?" Sonic looked more closely at him, "Tails, would you actually think I would Handcuffs... Rape? Ch. 10
  Writing Challenge 1 - BooksWriting Challenge 1 - Books Christopher S. Case - 11/18/09 Books. I have spent my entire life hording them, reading them, caring for them, loving them. How fitting I should end it here, among my own private collection. This had been my place of solace, the one place I found refuge from the torments of the world. That I should find my eternal rest here, now
it seems life has a sense of just irony. One which I can either appreciate in these, my final ?moments, or despise. In either event, I cannot change what is about to come. As I frantically write these few words, my dear Adeline, I wish to impart one fin Writing Challenge 1 - Books
  Story of the desert.Story 1: Alex passed by a man on the road who simply sat there everyday, never moving and always looking out to the mirage past the town. "I still see it!" The man shouts out once when I passed, "Son, don't you see it, it's beautiful". His voice sounded dry as if he hadn't talked in years but he said those few last words so patiently. "I see a tree, so tall I can't even see a limb past the high clouds, such
green grass". A smile cracked revealing the many wrinkles of a man who has done more things in his life than sit at a bench. "Oh no", his disposition changed, "there he is, a man on a horse, it's Story of the desert.
  Akt przedostatni.- Pozwólcie mi zejść ze sceny. Nie. Muszę grać dalej. - Pozwólcie, by spuszczono kurtynę. Ta sztuka jest o mnie. Milczą ze stężałymi twarzami i krzykiem w oczach. Z męką w sercu muszę grać dalej. Dialog po dialogu, improwizuję. Inni wchodzą na scenę, schodzą, idą do innego teatru, innej sali, zmieniają się, ale kurtyna wciąż pozwala, by na mnie patrzono. Biegnę do stołu. Świecznik, ogień. Nie, ogień jest tylko projekcją. Nawet nie parzy. Widownia myśli, że gram, & Akt przedostatni.
  And So, She Left - Chapter 7Chapter Seven - She Courts Them "Hey kid," Xigbar said, walking into Roxi's room a few days later. She blinked and looked at him, shaking her head a little. "You've been a little spacey lately... what's with that?" he asked, sitting down at the end of her bed. She took out the notebook that she'd been given to communicate with people until her throat healed and she could speak again. "I think the powers I had when I was a kid came back," she wrote. "When I was little, I used to be able to cause people to have hallucinations... but for some reason, it went away... they must have come back for some reason, but I don't And So, She Left - Chapter 7
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