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Patience is the key to anything in this world we live in. I, personally, am waiting for something. Yet for some reason it never comes. When will i get it i dont know. I want it now but i can wait. ............ WHERE THE HELL IS MY PIE?!?!?!?! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR 10 MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The War 150509.0800 I never thought I’d see a war in my lifetime. This isn’t just some small battle between one or two people. This is an all out fight to the death. The worst part of this is that I’m right smack dab in the middle of the action. Oh no, here comes another attack! I hope they won’t hurt me this time. Their last attack devastated three innocents and injured me for a few weeks. I pray to God that this war won’t last much longer. Everyday the fighting gets worse and worse. The attacks become more fatal each time. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. 160509.0830 This is the second attack

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Psychic Playground There he was. Sitting under the blossoming apple trees. No one knew much about him. He was a mystery, a dense cloud of opaque mist swirling in front of our very eyes. There was one thing we all knew about him though, it was one thing he did everyday. He is a psychic. When he first arrived at our school, he was dressed in long, flowing, deep violet robes and wore an equally outlandish hat to match. All of us laughed at the site of him, this tall youth with long, silver hair, standing before us dressed like he came from a renaissance fair. When asked his name, he didn’t speak. Instead he held out his hand towards the c

Late afternoon, the sun beating bolstering heat on the dunes of a barren wasteland. A single soul walks the scorching sands briskly. “ Strange,” says the solitary person out loud, “ The wind has weakened considerably. I wonder if something has happened to the crystal?” The person continues to walk through the desert away from the slowly, setting sun. As he walks past the shifting sands, the landscape slowly changes. Light vegetation grows in this sand. Meanwhile, in a small village on the edge of the desert, “ Everyone run!” shouts a man, running through the village, “ Goblins are attacking!” The scre

The Bag Walking down a crowded dirt road, hundreds upon hundreds of people walking to and fro, Kyo sidesteps an ox drawn wagon. Most who walked this road found themselves running into several people at once, bumping into men and women alike, being shoved forward by those behind. Kyo, his movements quick and fluid, seemed to dance through the throng of merchants, customers, swindlers, cheats, thieves, and various other citizens of several different professions. He steps out of the hustle and bustle of the path and rests against a wooden wall. He reaches for the silver necklace around his neck and grabs the smooth onyx pendant. Kyo mutters a q

 I could hear every word through the wall. This thin layer of plaster could never silence anything. They’re talking in hushed voices, hoping I’m asleep. I hear them. Every word, every movement, I hear everything. One whines in distress and the other shushes, saying not to wake me up. I know who is talking out there. The two out there are my mom and my aunt. They’re talking about someone. I didn’t hear whom, but they both know him. They say he is cute and adorable and sweet.  They talk on and on about this one person. They’re both divorced; both husbands left them for other women. Those two are disgraceful bastards lea

The Soul Harvest Deep in the ever-flowing desert, hidden behind vortexes of swirling sand, loom the towering spears of earth known as The Fangs of the Basilisk. Few men traverse these mountains for the foreboding fear of crossing paths with the ravenous beast said to roam the peaks, scavenging for sustenance. The mountains, several decades ago, were used as a pass for merchants to travel to other parts of the continent quickly. Those who widely used to pass, merchant caravans, began to notice strange happenings. When the moon was high in the ebon sky, the echoing tones of a violin resonate from the mountain peaks. A creeping fog wafts over t

Ch. 2 Hours later, they regain consciousness. “Hunh. . . huh. . . wha. . . what happened?” asks Draco. “Oh! Looks like our prisoners have come to,” Says a woman. “What!? Prisoners!? What Happened?” exclaims Geoff. “Be quiet! Best be on your best behavior,” says a second woman. “Not like I’m one to talk, but I agree with the lady. We don’t know what kind of predicament we’re in so we best be civil, for now,” says Kyo, calmly. “Looks like one of you has some intelligence. Best listen to your friend if you don’t want to get hurt.”  The two women walk away, c

Slaves of Time Ch 1 “I wonder what the General wants,” says a young man with short, red hair. “Who knows, Geoff? Only one who would know would be that guy in the corner, drinking tea,” replies another man with short, spiked black hair. “I have a name you know. Also, if you’re wondering, I don’t know what the General wants,” replies the tall, thin man with long, raven hair. “Chill out Kyo. We shouldn’t fight here, save it for later,” replies the final man with brown, flat top hair. “Attention!” shouts the general, walking in, “Men, I have someone you need to meet. T