even though Gregor has never forgiven me for that one day in Plymouth. The day OWON’s razor finally found us and cut Irina out of our lives. Gregor‚ Irina and I were all baked right about the same time when there was a need for researchers. All part of the “Pentas”
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straightened up and opened her Word program. For ten minutes she sat her mind a blank. She looked over her syllabus and her notes‚ trying to decide what her paper should entail. For days‚ she had scrutinized over this assignment because it was a major part of her grade for the class. She still had no idea; she did not even have an outline. Julie put her head down on the desk. “Just breathe‚” she told herself. The ringing phone jarred her back to reality. It was her mother. She glanced at the clock‚ and
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John woke up‚ or rather‚ came to lying in a curved white hallway. Unsure how or or why he came to this place other than he is here‚ now‚ in this featureless curved hallway. The floor he was lying on was also curved. It was like being inside a large tube. John stood up with feet apart‚ he stretched out his arms to touch the curved walls but couldn’t reach. Taking one side step with his left foot he was able to touch the inner curved wall. John side stepped from center wan touched the outer wall
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Short Story Scrutiny. Scepticism. Shock. It was all too familiar‚ the look on the faces in the room. An aboriginal female in a doctor’s coat. She glanced around the room as she sat down. The dullness of the grey walls seemed to absorb the lost hopes and dreams of the young men around her. The stale oxygen that lingered in the small room was slowly suffocating under the sterile smell of disinfectant. The only glimmer of light was a small corner of a window where the morning sun shimmered through
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very few could manipulate it to their will. The man in this story is me‚ my name is Rayn and I write this story to chronicle my rise to power. My journey started when I was in my mid twenties and our country was at war with a neighboring kingdom. I was a guard for a small village which was ruled by the empire of Luton grod. One day while out on patrol a strange old man was making his way to our village. This is where our story begins. The
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Said Nathan. “Really?! Did you fought as part of the U.S Army or the United Kingdom or maybe the French?” asked Lisa with eyes of expectation and excitement. “Actually‚ I was part of the German Army‚” replied Gunther. Lisa’s face after hearing this became serious. “Oh! So you were a Nazi” - said Lisa in an angry tone. “Now‚ hold your horses´‚ little girl. Do you think all men who were
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In late September after Rico‚ a low level crack dealer in North Las Vegas‚ was picked up on charges‚ he was asked why he was now dealing on the street. He said someone was renovating the old homeless shelter and the tweekers who normally ruled the place were all gone. * * * The sheriff looked at the picture attached to the missing person’s report. Carmel was a beauty queen. Her homecoming picture showed the blonde was tall and shapely‚ with a youthful innocence despite the fact that the man next
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Sephiroth like goez insane ^^; He burns down Nibelheim the next day‚ kills Tifa’s dad‚ slashes Tifa‚ almost kills Zack‚ and heads to the reactor to free Jenova (she’s being kept here if I didn’t mention that). However‚ since Cloud has some Jenova cells in him‚ even if Sephiroth pokes a sword through him‚ he doesn’t die. He throws Sephiroth into some water-stuff in the reactor (hurray!). Afterwards‚ Cloud hands Tifa to Zangan (irk‚ forgot his name!) and Zack & Cloud run out of the reactor before Shinra
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The Nice People‚ by Henry Cuyler Bunner‚ is republished from his volume‚ Short Sixes‚ by permission of its publishers‚ Charles Scribner’s Sons. The Buller-Podington Compact‚ by Frank Richard Stockton‚ is from his volume‚ Afield and Afloat‚ and is republished by permission of Charles Scribner’s Sons. _Colonel Starbottle for the Plaintiff_‚ by Bret Harte‚ is from the collection of his stories entitled Openings in the Old Trail‚ and is republished by permission of the Houghton Mifflin
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Nevertheless‚ as we kept talking I could only listen in fascination‚ our lives seemed so similar to each others. Our conversations were long‚ and laughter filled. We talked about our family and personal lives. We both became pretty close over the short amount of time that we had been talking. When it came to a more in depth conversation about of family‚ we both fell silent. “I used to have a father and mother‚ but they aren’t in the picture now” she explained as her eyes slowly teared up. After
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