All Rock-Starred Out_I'll Be Your Pest for the Night_Birthday at a coffee shop_Butterfly Scars
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All Rock-Starred Out
Trent Brody had just played a set of songs at his most recent gig at Charley's Bar. He was shredding his electric guitar with a dizzying array of power chords. Trent was enjoying making music, he was getting paid fairly decent money, and on top of that, he loved doing gigs at bars because he would get free drinks. Trent was getting ready to leave the stage at the bar when a man in an expensive-looking business suit walked up on to the stage, too. The man clapped his hands slowly."That was an excellent performance, sir. My name is Stanley Clark, I'm a talent agent, and I'd like to offer you a ...
I'll Be Your Pest for the Night
Hi everyone! My name is Moss and I will be your pest for the night. I promise to make you feel irritable and uncomfortable. So scratch away. My name wasn’t Moss when I hatched out of my pupa. It was Mosquito, but a few hours later I heard that Mosquito had a bad reputation and was also hard to spell, so I shortened it and made it easier for everyone, especially me. I belong to the Anopheles tribe, one of our 5 tribes. Our females are the sole distributors of Malaria, the disease that can kill all living things such as humans awww.onedoor.ccnd animals.My main interest in life is…, just a sec, look at that i...
Birthday at a coffee shop
Two people sat at a table in a coffee shop. It was Rhonda's birthday. Fred knew Rhonda hated loud showy places. This place seemed good; he hoped she liked it. He had to be discreet. Fred and Rhonda were both single and he and she had no involvement, other then a shared love of indoor plants and the same work colleagues. Those work colleagues were - you know - good communicators!Fred was driving so he intentionally asked, "Ro", that's what he called her, "Do you want a bottle of wine?" Rhonda took a deep breath in, as she thought about the pros and cons of working the next day with a hangover, ...
Butterfly Scars
Jingle likes to run fast through the forest. He loves the trees overhanging branches and ducking his head at times running under them. He loves the feel of crushing the dead leaves under his feet as he runs over them. Jingle can outrun most people. He learned to run at an early age. He had to. Jingle’s age is hard to pinpoint. Most people think he’s older than what he really is. He has a two inch scar on his right cheek and a tattoo of a small blue and black butterfly on the left side of his neck. Jingle is a menacing man in size and he rarely smiles. He rarely has a reason to smile. Jingle b...