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The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

I said with a much lackluster in me that I redefined the meaning of sarcasm. Suddenly and totally unexpected on my part she hit the brakes. If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now.

A man on a motorcycle was passing an eighteen-wheeled truck carrying sheet metal when one of the sheets shifted of and fell off the side of the lorry, neatly cutting off the motorcyclist's head. His headless body continued on its route, overtaking the truck. The truck driver saw the headless biker overtaking and immediately had a heart attack, severing his truck off the road into a ravine. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I decided then I couldn’t help Kenji, it was too big a problem and I was just a mute so what could I do anyway? So I went back to room and put on my headphones. Wu-tang again distracting me from the voices inside my head. That deep voice came back soon after. The next day at school I was surprised when I saw Alisa and her boyfriend walk past. Her boyfriend was that huge Taiwanese boy who was awesome at basketball. He was the next voice in my head.

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I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to erase all my pain . Please God help me out of this problem ,only this and I won't ask of anything again . It is hard to get my head around , can you hear the voices behind the shadows?My silent plea, my begging ,the scars on me are telling their stories. I know its selfish to ask for more but this pain is more than fire. My saddened heart only holds one name Johan a person it can't seem to find .Behind the shadows i am told time will heal my wounds and that my grief is worth it .Its hard when you find out that you are not as important to someone as you thought .Imagine cutting your finger the pain, the brief confusion before you notice the blood . See the light grab it all before you experience the darkness life has in store.

Thе hеаd was gоіng tо hurt ѕоmеthіng terrible but оnсе іnѕіdе me іt wоuld bе оut оf our way fоr fuсkіng. Hе рuѕhеd. Hе ѕtаbbеd at mу hоlе. Hе рullеd mе араrt еnоugh tо get the vеrу tір оf that hеаd іnѕіdе аnd fоrсеd it tо spread me ореn untіl the head рорреd thru my sphincter. The раіn wаѕ іntеnѕе but оvеr оnсе thе head wаѕ іnѕіdе me іt was аll good. I соuld ѕее thеrе wеrе ѕеvеrаl mеn wаtсhіng from thе dark in thе bасk аnd the fist guys rіght іn frоnt of mе ѕtорреd tо wаtсh thе асtіоn.

Alanis turned her head this way and that, escaping the rapier light of his eyes. “Look at me!” he said and shook her, snapping her head back. “You will look at me, Alanis Roswell. Right now! I've been to hell and back a million times a day these last few weeks. So, the least you can do is tell me if there's any chance…” ‘Any chance?’ Her heart was thundering in her ears and she felt something break inside, the last of her control shattering as she screamed at him at the top of her voice.

I walk over to him and take his hands. "Jon, look at me. I'm telling you the truth. We'll explain more later, but we need to take care of this mess right now. Adam and Lester were selling these people. They were going to sell me, and Adam tried to rape me. My panther Skye ripped his penis off; that's why he's in there screaming." Shaun walks over and puts his arm around my shoulders.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

Anderson watched with furrowed brows as their shaking intensified. Their eyes rolled to the back of their heads with blood oozing from their eyes, mouth, nose and ears. The two men could neither die nor make it end. They had long since lost their voice from all the shouting. The messed-up part was, Xavier stood there watching the whole thing with a smile, not once moving an inch.

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he grinned. She shook her head, moving away from him. She needs to stop her husband from doing what he intends to. Nafisa hurriedly walked to where her husband and his twin brother are having a heated conversation. "I found her first, she was supposed to be mine but you took her away and you call me a traitor. How does that make me one" Hassan questioned, with veins popping out of his hands and neck. Always ready to take someone down. "And guess what I married her " She heard Hussain said back to him. Who did hussain marry? As far as she knows, she is his only wife but a man can never be trusted right?

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

I just shook my head. "I'm sure that you will have fantasised about having one? Tell us what you want us to do, what do you want to do with us?" A thousand images flashed through my head, each a combination of our three bodies, locked together in various erotic combinations. "Fuck that," Heather interrupted. She gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head and immediately leant forward and started kissing and nibbling my nipples. I'd never had a woman do that and the surge of heat to my cock surprised me.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

"They cause immense pain but do not harm you that much. Whatever you do, don't aim for the head or eyes." "What's happens when you do that?" Eva asked with curiosity. "Aim for the eye and he'll be blind forever. Aim for the head and he's likely to damage his brain." She distributed it among everyone and moved on to the darts. "I'm sure you know how these work." "These," she held up a small can, "were made by me. I mean I own the idea." She opened the can and showed them what was inside. "Are those mints?" Jack asked.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

I don't know if he did it intentionally, but that's definitely not the best tone to talk to someone who's trying not to have a boner. I shake my head no. "I killed someone." I say after willing all my power to open my mouth. Unwanted tears streak down my face. It's been a while since Angie has been gone but it still feels like yesterday. Owen doesn't budge in the slightest. "Would you like to tell me how that happened?"