Westley D.
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Sunday, May 27th, 2012 The next night, West prepared himself for a party. Just as he implied to his mother, he wasn’t much for partying. That characteristic belonged to his dad, which was passed on to Isaak. A small get-together, he preferred, but if it wasn’t for Justin, he’d be searching through online shops for a camera right about now. After hearing another run-down of the rules from his parents, his father adding in tips on how to be a “real Tier”, he headed out. “Don’t do an
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Thanks for reading. Also, Neil is basically mocking West's first name, which is "Flori", which is Latin for "flower", hence "Flower Boy."
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Alright, so… This little section of the story takes place a month before my family’s – Kaspar’s also – summer trip over to the United Kingdom. Now, a wedge had already been driven in between the two sides of Tuct Side long ago, and competition in sports was an expected given. However, during that time, nobody would have expected the rivalry between their best and worst schools to come to a sudden end. The news didn’t spread like any other juicy rumor started in tabloids. It w
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Friday, February 17th, 2012 The perspiration of aptitude and teamwork stained the floor, the court dyed in their hard-earned victory. The freshmen huffed and puffed in exhaustion, but any indications of enervation were outshined by the utter triumph that they shared in via their win. Every shout of joy, every round of applause seemed to quench their spirits. However, no other player could feel as accomplished as #13. The fifteen-year-old power forward wearing said jersey absorbed
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Hey, er… Hello. This is, uh, West speaking. Damn, I am not good at this thing. This is my first, uh… documentary, I’d like to call it. Maybe a mockumentary? That’s what Kas would call it. Archive? I dunno. Jesus. My last thought before this was to always stay professional, but look at me now. I guess I was never really good at that kind of thing. Justin’s really rubbed off on me, hasn’t he? If you’re listening to this, wherever you are now, I miss you, buddy. We all do. Any
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Tuct Side is a standalone narrative detailing the secrets and happenings surrounding the titular infamous town located in the lower regions of Idaho. The events are told through the perspective of renowned basketball player, filmmaker, and photographer Flori Westford Kuttner, incorporating personal accounts, interviews, and recorded data relating to the appalling affairs. Viewer discretion is advised. Trigger warnings will be mentioned in the beginning of each chapter.
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I have heard the site has upgraded recently and still might have a few bugs. For me, the comment section of a chapter is completely blank unless I highlight it. Is it one of the bugs that are in the works of being fixed or is it just me?
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Nick led Sam and Owen through a path of destruction to the garage, which was oddly cleaner than the rest of the house. In it, a ring was already set up. In fact, it was a makeshift studio made just for boxing. “You know the drill, O,” Nick spoke as he strutted over to a rack of equipment, picking up a pair of gloves and headgear. “Remember what I told you last practice.” Owen did the same and nodded nervously. “Yeah. Got it, man.” Sam picked up gloves and headgear of his own, but sat
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I'm glad your still interested. And yes, for now, new characters will pop up every now and then, some more important than others. While this story is slow-moving, Sam has to balance a supernatural life with a regular life, so I understand it being so disconnected. Hopefully, Sam will keep your interest intact, and I'll definitely take in your consideration to account. Thank you!
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The first person Aubrielle came across was who she was expecting to see. Sam cam stumbling out of the gym emergency exit, which seemed unaffected despite the light show earlier, adorning a gray sweater a bit too large for his frame – probably Owen’s – and black sweatpants. The most surprising part was the cuts and small patches of dried blood on his face. The younger teen appeared to be in a hurry, trying to shoulder his duffel bag while keeping eye contact with the floor. If Aubrielle h
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Sam’s eyes fluttered open to amethyst. His body stung, pricks of pain making him flinch every few seconds. Still, he forced his forearms to pick himself back up. Drops of blood smeared across the glass-covered floor as he rose. “Hello!?” he shouted into the dark, empty gymnasium that seemed to have a strange, purple tint to it. “Coach!? Owen!? Nobody answered his calls. He cautiously examined the area. The air felt odd as if it was frozen still. For one crazy second, Sam wondered if
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The redhead awoke momentarily, sitting. A deep rumbling resounded beneath him, the vibrations massaging his body. Groggy, he lolled his head to the right and found himself staring out a window. He deduced he was in a car. Houses passed by at a swift pace, making the boy’s head spin. So, he looked toward the left… …and came face-to-face with a complete stranger. Whoever was in the driver’s seat was wearing a gold and purple Letterman’s jacket. A football player most definitely, judging by
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‘Note to fucking self…’ Noah Carpenter, beaten and bruised, thought as he trudged across the sidewalk, passing by the town’s woodlands, droplets of crimson leaving a bloody trail in his wake. “Do not trust anyone.” The fifteen-year-old – going on sixteen – practically went into war every day he sauntered past the entrance of Grand Mount High School, even if it was always one-sided. What could a rail-thin, little redhead with a temper as short as his height like him do against five or six bee
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Fear not, my friend! 😁 It shall continue a week after"Gen Zues(The other story)'s" turn is up 😉
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Sam was introduced to the class as a new student. It was a pretty normal procedure – his name, grade level, and his favorite food. He went with cheese pizza simply because that was his dinner last night. The class greeted him, and even several of them clapped. He scanned the area and spotted a familiar dark-skinned girl grinning at him. Sam’s smile widened as he waved at Renee Carson, and she did the same. With that, the boy, a bit reluctantly, sauntered over to the seat in between Jason and
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Sam did not go back home for two hours. Instead, he leaped and bounded through Orenburg on silent feet, reaching the limits of the stratosphere so he could inspect the entire town. It was a large place for a town, but he could easily tell from the prosperous areas to the shanty corners. It was a divided town, so it seemed. He breathed in the night air and his afro swayed wildly as he glided forward. The boy realized as long as he used his powers regularly, he could enjoy life ache-free.
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“Alright!” Jason shouted over the music, his deep voice carrying through the living room. “Gather around ladies and gentlemen! It’s time to start the annual boxing initiation!” That’s when everybody began to move. Several members of the boxing team strode into the crowd, each appearing to be in search of someone. Sam knew who they were looking for. They were quite easy to spot throughout the throng. “Sammy boy!” Jason called over to him. “Get your ass over here! You tried out, didn’t ya?
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Sam awoke to the bathroom door shutting. He heard someone – most likely Owen – curse as they stumbled about. The young boy rubbed at his eyes, but laid still as he watched the sliver of yellow light illuminate under the door. “Yo! Hey, man!” He heard Owen’s deep, husky voice, muffled by the wooden barrier, but still clear to Sam’s ears. “Yeah! Yeah! Everything’s…” there was a two-second pause before he spoke again, “everything’s good on this end.” A longer gap of silence. It was beco
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That night, the Willis’, including Sam, gathered around the dinner table for the daily evening feast. Well, in reality, it was their first family dinner in a while. Owen attempted to get out of the awkward situation earlier, quietly arguing with his mom, but she had already put her foot down, an unusual thing for the free-spirited boy. Now, Sam and Owen reluctantly sat next to each other while the latter’s parents settled on the other side. “So,” Teresa spoke up after about twenty minutes of
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The next day, Teresa and Sam walked into Orenburg High, intent on finishing Sam’s enrollment. Owen had driven off earlier. Sam suspected the older boy did not want to be seen with him out of shame or embarrassment. He was starting to get annoyed with his adoptive brother. By the time the two got there, the hallways were empty, classes having begun. The principal’s office was located on the second floor of four and probably the largest in the corridor. Sam noticed Teresa’s shoulders tense. Wa
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And so, Sam trailed behind Owen, a dog following its owner towards their destination. That happened to be the latter’s room, which was down two adjacent hallways and the last door in the second. During the trip, Owen turned back to look at the brown-skinned boy at his heels. Sam was definitely a shy individual, his head down and eyes glued to the carpet floor. The blonde sincerely hoped he wasn’t dealing with one of those “silent but deadly” types. The type to be into strange cartoons, hating al
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The first thing he noticed in the massive living room was the luxurious furniture. It had been a long time since he had stood in the room of the wealthy. Back in his day, so to speak, affluence was a red herring. However, that was over and done with now. He didn’t have to deal with monsters, bloodshed, or anything war-related anymore. He was free, wasn’t he? “Sam?” The boy felt a soft hand gently rest itself upon his shoulder. A short female well past the age of forty stood befor
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I'll withhold any info for now, but you'll found out almost immediately next chapter. 😉
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I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. And yes, his dad's a cop, but it's Owen who owns the Ferrari. His dad usually uses his own cop car to get around.
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Thank you. Hope you enjoy the rest.
