Within the brilliant river of light‚ a dark purple light flashed by. The countless beams within the river of light actually moved away by itself and allowed the purple light to pass through smoothly. At this moment‚ Mu Chen was within the purple light. His expression was filled with disbelief and shock. Ever since he had obtained the mysterious black paper‚ it had only displayed a miraculous power when the Nine Nether Bird attempted to seize his body. Since then‚ it had returned to its peaceful state
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Candy Land Once upon a time there lived a simple girl who lived a simple life. Her name was Elena brooks and she lived in a small town of Freeport‚ Kansas. Elena lived with her mom‚ Adriana and her dad‚ Chris. She was a star student and was on the tennis‚ track‚ and debate team for her school. One day Elena was walking to her house when she saw a guy from her school named Eliot‚ they talked for a while and he decided to invite Elena to a party he was having this evening before their school’s football
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INT. ATTIC-DAY The screen is black. After a pause of a few seconds‚ the a sliver of light appears in the distance. The ray of light grows and it turns out to be a attic door opening. A person’s head is seen silhouetted against the house behind them. A light is turned on and the attic is partially illuminated by a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The person pulls himself completely into the attic. He carries a FLASHLIGHT and uses it to probe into the dark corners of the low‚ wooden room.
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Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam‚ in the taverns and coffeehouses‚ in the dark and bleeding alleys of the pleasure district known as the Barrel. The boy they called Dirtyhands didn’t need a reason any more than he needed permission—to break a leg‚ sever an alliance‚ or change a man’s fortunes with the turn of a card. Of course they were wrong‚ Inej considered as she crossed the bridge over the black waters of the Beurscanal to the deserted
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140 EXT. FIRST LADY ACRES. LATER. 140 DOLLY along a row of reporters broadcasting live. REPORTER ONE It was supposed to be a quiet day of shopping for the queen of heartbreak... REPORTER TWO After tying a panty hose around her neck... REPORTER THREE Tammy’s description of her assailants has been vague‚ leaving some to wonder whether George Jones played some role in her abduction. 141 INT. FIRST LADY ACRES. TAMMY’S BEDROOM. SAME MOMENT. 141 Tammy recuperates in bed. Gwen (now 18) enters. Tammy rolls
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By Ella Ringel The Niagara falls wasn’t always a waterfall‚ I can tell you how it came to be. 500‚000‚000‚000‚000 year ago‚ before the dinosaurs there was something else living on earth‚ animals‚ including ones that we have now and millions more that we don’t have. The day was regular‚ except for in one place‚ there was a big cliff. That cliff was called the the death clif then‚ it was so tall that the animals never went near it after they found out how all it really was. Nobody ever went their
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Summers’ not over till the sun goes down. Trapped in waves that have tormented the minds of younger weary travelers’ since the begging of time‚ they sat pleasurably on the back of a shriveling tree. Click‚ click. Tap. Pause….. “Now that can’t be right.” Shifting through pages upon pages made fox-copper locks fall to Marie’s flushed complexion. She ran her fingers through her hair and she stared quite blankly into the pages in front of her‚ making her scrunched face again. She’s back at it with her
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Auron stood away from the altar. He could only watch his two companions approach it in abject silence. He’d noticed Davon’s change gradually as they made their way back from Morvac. He was emotionless‚ lending only blank‚ uncaring stares as they traversed the wooded areas to the spire. Matthiu was more beside himself. The unending call for the dagger - the way he described it - was the insatiable need told through far-off whispers that slipped like bells tolling. He could see that it had taken
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We were the kind of family that wasn’t for or against hunting. It was just something we did‚ like going to church on Easter and eating watermelon in the summer. String didn’t like to go‚ but Pop made him so they could have their together time. I was lucky being a girl‚ so Pop left me alone to stay home with Mom and Terri. We never did anything special when they were away except maybe stay up late and watch Johnny Carson. Mom got nervous when Pop was gone‚ so she’ll make popcorn and watch TV with
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Bartleby‚ A Story Genuinely About Him The story of Bartleby‚ The Scrivener in my opinion is truly about Bartleby. In the short story the narrator merely talks about himself to give background knowledge to the reader on the life in which Bartleby is about to enter. From the beginning he says “it is fit I make some mention of myself … because some such description is indispensable to an adequate understanding of the chief character”‚ emphasizing that he is merely there to tell the story of Bartleby
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