Religious Denial_American Muscle_A Modern Princess_Hope
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Religious Denial
Intelligence counter intelligence, The art of espionage exist on the level of unconformity! The stubbornness of rock, sustains! Adapted futures existed before, rock Decided to collect what is owed what it’s been along for a magnetized without prejudice! Rock & Metal, where the rubber meets the tires and the tires meet the road rock in the middle of the highways! Alwwww.onedoor.ccays has and always will, and I say that with plagiarism on my lips because I am to fight; and I am defiant! Because once I sit at the table at your table because you need me you can’t live without you exist because of me because of ...
American Muscle
April 17 th I actually met someone. Someone in this awful town that actually knows something interesting. His name was Ethan Revell and he seems to be the only one in a 100 mile radius that can talk about a car. It is so nice to finally have someone else. It was this perfect moment, we were walking down the street parallel to the beach when I saw this beautiful green Aston Martin DBS coming our way. I was already walking with him on the side of the road because we had a mutual friend in the group. I was watching the Aston Martin roll closer and for a few seconds we could hear all 12, 5、2 Liter...
A Modern Princess
If you see me on the streets you might think I’m ordinary, normal even. If you do then you believe the mask, the lie if you will. Don’t worry you are not the only one. I have been deceiving people for almost 3 years. The perfect blond cheerleader, the honors roll student, I even had the perfect boyfriend for a while but that was before. Before what you might ask, well I’m getting there. Three years ago I was sitting at the lunch table with some of my friends, it was 8th grade. I thought I was on top of the world. Until she walked in. All of a sudden I found myself looking at girls and being in...
Hope
Tracy opened her eyes. She stared into the blackness at the smooth rock ceiling she knew lay seven feet above where a mound of blankets and pillows were gathered, forming her bed. She sat up, reaching across the darkness to switch on the oil lamp. The flame lit and the cramped room filled with light, casting long shadows across the cave wall and floor, bouncing off the various items cluttered around her sleeping area. Cans of food, mostly expired, were stacked unevenly in a corner. Tracy made her way to the cans, passing by an assortment of electric parts, haphazard building material, clothes...