What Oreo Slobber Really Is_Bloodied Grins_Lost in a World of Snow_Now Is The Time
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What Oreo Slobber Really Is
“Oh for the love of cod!” Boe exclaimed, with far more than a “hint” of annoyance.“If you don’t get your ugly little black butt over here, I’ll make sure that instead of your delicious pies every morning, you’ll eat TERMITES TILL THE DAY YOU DIE!”“Oh, if ya’ put it that way. I think I’ll join you two girls.” Say-So, the most talkative witch you have ever (and ever I say) heard, responded to Boe, with a full-on, 100% sarcastic voice.“Ladys, ladys! Let’s calm down,” Raa, the wise one said. “We don’t want another incident, now do we?”The incident. My, oh my. The incident. 399 days ago, the three ...
Bloodied Grins
Kathrine scrambled over the barricades slamming her back against the wall. She swung her sniper rifle up, gazing through through the scope for barely a second before pulling the trigger. The bullet slammed into her opponent, moments before he would have thrown his own knife to slit her throat. She stayed there for a handful of heartbeats, catching her breath as she listened to the sounds going on around her. She peeked over the edge of her the barricade out into the rest of the arena. Figures fought everywhere she could see, long braids half drenched with red, short hair matted in dried blood...
Lost in a World of Snow
She caught you one day, doing lines of coke on your kitchen table while your four-year-old slept two doors down. She had known about your addiction for months now. You had fought about it many times before. Your parents, your sisters, even your friends had tried in vain to intervene. Butwww.onedoor.cc this time, it was different. This time was the first time that you had gotten high in the home that you shared with her. She had reached her limit. She couldn’t take it anymore. She got up in your face whispering angrily, desperate to try and make you see sense. You were lost to her though, in your own world o...
Now Is The Time
Now Is The Time Suzanne Marsh1165The loud whoop resounded across the squalid hut; now was his time. His Mother told him at the tender age of seven that he was not Jock's son but the bastard son of Richard, Earl of Dundee. Arrangements had been made for John to become a Page in Dundee Castle. Richard, paced his rooms, he had fulfilled his promise to Gwendolyn. He was not exactly sure how he planned to inform his present wife, Anne of the presence of John. He had been young and feel in love with Gwendolyn, she got herself in the family way. She married Jock MacGregor, then told him about John....