

Some story I wrote for school. Oh great, I thought to myself. I just know I'm going to be late again. It was the third or fourth time that week. I hated getting up in the morning. I also hated being late for school. Its a bad combination. I rushed to the high school office and asked the lady behind the desk for a late slip. She gave me a snide look over her glasses. Again? she asked. Yeah. I slept late. She filled out the slip and handed it to me. Just go ahead and go to first period. Some story I wrote for school.


Second part of a new story. She quickly composed herself, jamming her hand into a pocket on the front of her jacket as she leaned against the door, pushing it open. She emerged in a dark hallway, the blaring music slapping her eardrums and making her wince. God, she hated places like this.Second part of a new story.
She ambled down the hallway, heading toward the source of the racket. She braced herself before pushing this door open and moving into a much larger room, dotted with tables. It was alive and pulsing, illuminated only by multicolored strobe lights and glow sticks.
Walking much more carefully now, she


First part of a new story. A light brown moth fluttered up and across the room, drawn to the fluorescent light as it flickered to life. Glittery bronze platforms clacked twice as they hit the cold gray tile, followed by the slam of a heavy door and a curse from their wearer as one of them snagged a crack in the floor.First part of a new story.
She carefully measured each step as she made her way to the sink, muttering to herself about the condition of the place. She closed her eyes as she reached her destination, stopping before the cold white porecelain. She didn't want to see herself.


RachelRachel Hatherty is an angel. Everything she does is wonderful. She’s the kind of person that can light up a room. She has a kind of glow around her. People are just naturally attracted to her. You can always find Rachel if you know where to look. There is a certain park bench in Anderson Park. It’s Rachel’s favorite. At precisely three o’clock every afternoon you will find her sitting on her favorite bench holding two strawberry ice-cream cones. There she’ll be, sitting on her favorite bench, holding her favorite flavor of ice-cream, and waiting for her favorite person. Without fail, Amy will show up. The time may varyRachel
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Hughes: Hey, I've got a message from Roy. He said, "Don't die under my command, you're enough of a pain without the paperwork." That was it.
Ed: Tell him fine, there's no way I'm dying before you do, you morally bankrupt Colonel with a God complex.
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"Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them."
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Kuroneko
Please leave constructive comments when you visit.[link]
I am founder of ~RAoK a club for all the nice people on dA!
I
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"Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them."
--
Hughes: Hey, I've got a message from Roy. He said, "Don't die under my command, you're enough of a pain without the paperwork." That was it.
Ed: Tell him fine, there's no way I'm dying before you do, you morally bankrupt Colonel with a God complex.
--
"Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them."
--
Kuroneko
Please leave constructive comments when you visit.[link]
I am founder of ~RAoK a club for all the nice people on dA!
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