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"I really don't know how to the start song D.""Just go for the hip hop and flip flop Enrico.""Oh.......you mean drop the beat box like funk socks.""Yea something like that Enrico" as Dante slowly rolls his eyes."OK......here I go. Now who you know leave the sceneMessier than canvas's by Jackson PollockThrowing multicolored thoughts at a rapid paceI make a mess you dissect it and make sense of

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Well the tranformer is now totaled because Ol' Enrico cant drive stick, so Dante and Enrico are out in the desert walking angerly. Dante paces faster and cuts off Enrico and looks him straight in the eye. SLAP!!!!! Enrico falls to the floor and then leg sweeps Dante to the floor. Now they are both on the floor not able to get up, scurming on the floor like over-turned turtles. So they proceed to

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Your mind and your body function very differently depending on whether they are awake, or asleep.------------------------------------------------------------Mark threw on his black hoodie and left his apartment heading for his best friend's. He kicked through the snow on the city sidewalks as he ran along. He was anxious to get there. He took a route a couple blocks out of the way in order to

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The sun was shining as Michael walked out of the movie theater with a few of his friends and their wives. Michael was 25 and single. He had his share of crushes as a teenager and dated a girl a few years back, but they never felt right for each other. He had never fallen in love.“We’re going to grab some dinner. You hungry?” his friend asked.“I’d better get going. I got plans,” Michael replied.“

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The light reflected red onto the wet pavement. Steam rose off of the hot asphalt. Maria felt a warm stinging in her eyes. Everything was moving so slow. Her life until than had been all about speed, flying through life so that the unhappy moments would be just a blur. She heard the crunch of glass as someone rushed to see if she was ok. She took a deep breath and the pace quickened. Then she

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She wakes up early to start getting ready for school. She looks out her window at the overcast sky. A strong wind is bending the trees. Her wind chimes are ringing as if she was already late for school. She walks down her creaky stairs and the grandfather clock strikes 7 o'clock. " Bong... Bong... Bong... Bong... Bong... Bong... Bong...." As she steps down from the last step she looks down the

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Sara's eyes scanned the horizon always looking for a way out, as she talked in a low mumble.'Will you LISTEN for a sec? I got something you might wanna hear, something I've got to tell you.'She stopped talking but kept her eyes on the horizon.'I want you(he paused uncomfortably), I want you to be mine. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. And.... and ...and, I want us to be together for

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He walked across the wet grass as the sun slowly faded behind the clouds. Soon it would be completley gone. His heart was beating strong. He steadied his steps as he walked down into the ditch, and then, after looking around cautiously, headed into the woods next to the retention pond. The woods weren't much. Just about a half a mile wide maybe to separate housing developments, but they were a

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“Bear Lake Tower, Bell foxtrot-alpha-niner requesting emergency takeoff clearance,” Ryan said as he pulled the helicopter cabin door shut.“Confirm completion of preflight checklist,” the Air Traffic Controller (ATC) said.“Uh.” He poked around in the cabin for the checklist book. He found it between the seats and picked it up. He glanced at the cover then threw it on the seat next to him. “Yeah,

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The wax feels funny on his hands so early in the morning. It's something about when you just wake up, especialy when it's very early, all of your nerves are sensitive and everything you feel is amplified. It's a thought that keeps him going.After the wax is rubbed on, for extra precaution, he usualy likes to scratch it across a few times, because that increases traction. He presses his hand

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As I ride toward the battle, I can hear the screams of the wounded soldiers. The fresh smell of gunpowder looming in the air is getting more distinct as I get closer to my nightmarish fate. The musket fire grows louder to the point of deafening ones ear. The ground is black as the sky reflects the same color down upon the dying soldier. Just minutes later, though, the firing ceases and the sky

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Name: Michael BriggsSpecialiazation: Stealth CombatThreat: Very HighMission: Must be EliminatedBio: Thirty-Two year old, Micheal Briggs, born in Berlin Germany in 1932, was trained in Nazi training camps to be a spy at a young age. Being use to infiltrate American bases to gather information, he was a vidal key to winning the war for Germany. Eventually, after seeing the cruelty of the Germans to

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Sakura wiped the blood off of his shuriken onto the grass defacing the lush, flowing green to a dark, putrid crimson. After spritzing the now glimmering projectile with lemon water, he placed it on the outside of his satchel next to his kunai knives. Ignoring the feeling that he forgot to take care of something, he headed for the retreat. The former samurai had left, jumping through the trees

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She wakes up. It's early. Actualy, it's very early. She dosen't know why she's been waking up like this for the last few weeks. Just every once in a while. It's a few minutes after 5:00. That's a bummer. She dosen't have to be at work untill 9:00 this morning. She rolls back over. Her eyes are heavy. But she's very sad for some reason. That's odd, she can't remember why. She closes her eyes quick

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The sky was painted with the sunset as Ryan Bauer made his final approach to Bear Lake Airport. He checked his speed and altitude and then with skilled hands gently moved the flight yoke left, lining the plane up with the runway. "Piper delta-alpha-alpha on final approach to runway 2-4." His navigation radios rang as he crossed the outer, middle, and inner markers, then he made his final

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On a bright summer’s day, the air is filled with laughing and sounds of joy. It seemed like a day that no one, not even one person could be miserable. That was a mistake though because one person was miserable. One man has been troubled for some time now and felt that a walk would do just the thing. As he was on his afternoon stroll, walking through the park thinking of everything that went wrong

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Kedrin didn't call his dreams "dreams," they were in no way comprised of imagination. They weren't flashes of images or in any way abstract. Every night it was like a high definition video streaming before his eyes. It felt so real to him. It was real. How could he forget the night he found his wife on the kitchen floor, on the cool tile, her heart not beating, her sweet, assertive voice not

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Enrico and Dante are cruising down the road in there rocketship. This is Dante's new car! The coolest thing about it though is that there was a shiny red button in the car right by the stero. Enrico have a fedish about pushing buttons, so not able to resist, he presses it and WAMO!!! It is now a Tanformer Armada that has a patch on one eye. With a look of awe on his face, Enrico turns to Dante

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Looking up at the celing. Back at his phone.Back at his phone again. Click click click click click. Nothing at all to think about. This was a good time to be driving. Just looking forward, making prefunctory movements to uncomplicated stimuli. That would be fun, but no, here he is. Looking back at his phone again. One minute certainly seems to last alot longer when you keep looking at the time.

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He stared at her hard while he was laughing. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing too. As she dropped her head and let out a few last giggles he looked away with that smug smile on his face. She was so beautiful. It was such a shame.He had made a dirty joke to break the ice, and she had loosened up, and gotten comfortable with him. He moved in close to explain to her why he could never

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Sakura wandered around the island for weeks, taking odd jobs. Mostly shopping for elderly women, which he found oddly satisfying. As he rambled from village to village, he came across the odd chance to practice his newly formed jutsu. One such occasion came when he happened across a resort for former warlords and samurai.     "Welcome to the tactical retreat", said the mousy girl at the front the

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-to be fair this will only truly be funny to those who have some experience playing MMORPGs. I hate to have to resort to inside jokes from time to time, but, hey, whatcha gonna do?-What a glorious morning! The sun is up and the town of Newdale is abuzz with semi-regular towngoers. You are Venefice, a young man with nothing on his mind but the thrill of adventure, and an empty stomach due to a

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Their King stood before them, tall and confident. He knew what had to be done; he knew what was needed in order to keep them alive. Every year their enemy returned, only during the cool season. The King had seen hundreds of his citizen’s fall, and then dragged off. It had been three years since he had witnessed the murder of his brother. The visions still haunted him, flashes of that event in his

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6:00, the alarm goes off, 5 minutes of deep sorrow about the day before her, before she shakes off the deep sleep from her shoulders, and says a prayer. 4 seconds to inhale after turning on the water, before it comes like an unexpected insult out of the showerhead with a peircing coldness onto her beautiful young inexperienced body. 3 times she goes back to the mirror that morning, to check

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It only makes it worse to hear what he wants, because he'll know inside it's a lie."Take your time, Chastity."Chastity took her time. She had taken for granted the feelings of the young man. Now she took a step off to her side, in an akward shift of posture. She had nothing to give to Isaiah.She took her time, and said "Is that all, Isaiah?"All Isaiah was was a problem in her mind. All he was was

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Sakura Okinawa was a loner. Sakura Okinawa was determined. Sakura Okinawa had about as much of clue why he was a loner and determined, as his former friends and family had a clue as to why he changed his name to "cherry blossom". This and many other actions brought shame to his family, friends, as well as his village.     "The village hidden in the trees", as it was called, was a medium-sized

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