To the point of disgust-_Keep Them In Fear_Tight Market_The Saga of Scout Ken and Trapper Mike
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To the point of disgust-
Part 1I've developed a deep hatred for a boy in my class.Ugh, I don't know where to start.Have you ever met anyone that is just so triggering that it's hard to look at them? I have, and his name is Aaron Diaz.I have no idea what boys do to keep their hair tidy, but neither does he. His haircut alone is enough to make me squirm in my seat. Moving down the face, we have his beady black eyes. Not dark brown, black. Whenever we make eye contact I feel as though an oversized cockroach is staring at me.But it's not his appearance that pisses me off, it's his attitude. This kid is the most entitled p...
Keep Them In Fear
Keep Them In Fear By Richard W. Morris 1,100 words “We’re running out of time.” Dark Elf held a steely and forbidding face as the picture morphed to a dark elf image, then faded to the network logo and bumper music. Dark Elf was the nickname of The Daily Disaster news anchor, Poisonella Undercoffin.“Clear,” the director said. The cameraman walked toward her. “Good show, Poison-Ella.”Her face grimaced with disgust. “My name is pronounced ‘Po-e-sone-eh-ya.’ I’m Hispanic on my mother’s side.”“That’s why I call you Po,” said her producer, Gotma Rotthroat, as he approached with a big smile. “Your...
Tight Market
"Norah's from my group. I trust her. She'll find us something." Olivia nodded to herself. Ethan stopped at the light. He smiled. "You think being in your group recommends her?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course. She works in real estate. She's not only in my group. She's a friend." Noah accelerated. He scanned the apartment buildings they passed. "From the look of these, the rule is, 'get the best place in a bad neighborhood...'" She touched his arm. "Give her a chance, okay? She knows the market." "I'll be good. I'm playing." "She said it's gentrifying. Now's the time to get in, before rents sk...
The Saga of Scout Ken and Trapper Mike
The bushes rustled. The taunting hoot of an owl sent shivers through him. Trapper Mike heard soft, hesitant footfalls. Someone was watching him, sneaking up on him.All he had wanted to do was find Frankie Cincinnati’s party. Now he was lost in a pitch-black forewww.onedoor.ccst and was about to be eaten.How did his life come to this?The saga of Scout Ken and Trapper Mike began one August night in the early 1980s. Before then, they were simply Ken Radford and Mike Harrison. Their friends tagged them with their nicknames because they had an amusing talent for getting very lost. “Frankie Cincinnati is having ...