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My Gym Crush, we finally spoke...to each other!
thatboyChase commented on NaperVic's blog entry in Vic's Blog
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LOLOL
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um not funny
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pat i have such a huge boner right now omg
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OFF WITH HER HEAD
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what is your career?
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Holy Shit, Part II - She's pregnant!
thatboyChase commented on Andrew Q Gordon's blog entry in Reset, Reload, Redo
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My head pulsed with pain. I sat against one of the large crates in the now empty depot. My head swam as I tried to stand up. Discarded body-parts and pools of crippled cultists lay between me and the large bay doors. I picked up my sword, a pain shot up my back; had I broken something? “Where is everyone?” I called. A soft wind blew through the warehouse carrying dust and debris. It picked up a few leaves, which swirled and glided and shuffled along the stone floor. I followed them
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“Their trust is yet to be shown, Rodef.” The woman who had accosted us at the bridge strode onto the flight deck. Her shoulder was bandaged, but otherwise, she showed no sign of her injury. Caleb regarded her for a moment, and then turned to stare out onto the Venz barrens. The ship shifted and accelerated, moving upward and forward. Rodef turned to face the woman. “Seline, please.” He then spoke swiftly to her in their whimsical language. I glanced at Braden, who merely shrugged. I wande
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It rained as the car sped me back to Westfield. Gray clouds spread across the land, from coast to coast. Everything wept for the king. The leather felt cold and everything moved so slowly. I spun the dagger in my palm, wondering what its use would be, wondering if I would ever use it. The king was dead. The king was dead. Murdered. Peace was no longer anything more than a fleeting thought. Only a few hours before, I had shared a conversation with the man. He had wished everyt
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Days had gone by. Most of my time had been spent shadowing Braden. We never spoke of the night at the Faire. The day after was still a daze. Braden and Caleb spoke as if nothing at all had happened, but when Caleb looked at me, he knew. I could see it in his eyes. Today was my last day in Damascus; I had been invited by Braden to attend the Peace Conference in Cathedral. I had called my mother to tell her about everything…but I received no answer. It was unlike my mother not
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A column of royal guard entered, forming a funnel of uniforms and golden spears. Prince David was the first to enter. Dressed in the fine regalia of the crown, dashing as ever, he beamed smiles across the various individuals who inclined their heads in his direction. The butler’s staff knocked against the marble once more, followed by a choir of trumpets, which slowly faded. “His Royal Majesty, King Titian of Elijah and Her Royal Majesty, Queen Sheridan.” Titian wa
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I had arrived at the address Braden had given me. The driver had been skeptical when we arrived at the old, weather-beaten barn, but I told him I would be all right. At first, I thought it was a joke; I became furious and kicked a tree stump in anger. I had packed a lot of my things, called my mother, told her I had made friends and had been invited to stay with them over the winter holidays. Now I stood here, in the bleak middle of Riven, under looming, gray clouds, with my scarf barely keeping
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A few weeks had passed, or perhaps more. Time had lost its touch upon me, although I usually obsessed over doing everything on or, at least, on some sort of schedule. The thought of time did not seem to present itself to royalty or aristocracy. The weeks however had not been daunting, but rather educational. My roommate, the aforementioned blonde, was named Sydney. His father was a high-ranking military official, and for a few nights it was all about war and conquest. I found him amusing
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“It is over. Finally. A struggle, a petty war…” A pause. “We have come so far and with that I owe a debt to the people of Elijah.” The T. V. bussed for a moment; every channel throughout the realm was focused on their king. “My father had built this country from mere stone…a glimmer of hope that would soon turn into this!” The camera pans zoomed out from the aged man to the vast crowds below the balcony, arching over to display a vast metropolitan city. “I remember vividly…” the roars of the cro
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The story of Elijah and all of His peoples.
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Für Elise was the only thing I could hear. I was lying luxuriously on top of a grand piano in one of the unmarked recital halls, with Cassidy playing below me. The music sheet rack was down, Cassidy knew most shit by heart. This particular hall had a huge hole in the ceiling above the stage, providing a shaft of natural light through which my cigarette smoke drifted. It was somber, depressing, just like the stupid song. My feet dangled off the other side. It was weird, Cassidy
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“Fuck me…” I scratched the back of my head. Staring at all the trash stains. Nasty ass shit. While I waited for that Berkley kid, I walked around trying to think of a place to start. I don’t remember buying Mexican food, either. I changed twice. No idea why. Every outfit, not that it was an actual outfit, felt odd. I settled with a pair of low cut sports pants and some sort of stupid shirt with design crap on it. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Cassidy was looking
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Movement 2 Marta entered the room, “Sir! Sir… you are going to be late, get up!” She bustled around my room picking up discarded clothes. I groaned, groggy from the night before. I had to pee. Launching from my bed and, finding the bathroom, I relieved myself with loud sighs and moans. It really did feel that good. “Rudy is outside waiting, sir. Hurry, hurry!” She vanished from the room. I yawned, checking myself out in the mirror. I looked like utter shit. My hair wa
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Movement 1 My name is Anderson. I won’t give you my last name because, frankly, I don’t need to. I know you will come looking for me after I tell you my story. You'll all come looking for me. Probably even try to fix me, or set me on the right track. I’m already on the right track, have been for almost seventeen years now. I could also buy you a house if I wanted. I don’t care where. A car? Sure. My father is big into real estate, so money’s not an issue. I only see him on
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What the fuck are you looking at?
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is that you in your avatar?
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Part 3 Hannah’s Impala flew down the highway towards town. I had her believing we were going to go shopping at the small anti-mall. Little did she know, I was Investigator Travis, trying to figure out why dread hung around me like a wet blanket. After the incident with Connor in my house, I slept soundly that night, devoid of nightmarish dreams or anything I just couldn’t explain. But despite that, I always felt something watching me, documenting m
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Part 2 I was pushed back into the leather seats. Vibrations ran all along my body, forcing my hands to run lazily along my thighs, closer to an apex of delight. We were going so fast. How could he drive this fast without getting pulled over? The trees raced by as if they didn’t exist. I bet there was fire coming out of the exhaust pipes. The car rumbled and vibrated like a large beast galloping through the countryside setting alight anything it came across. I lo
