The Adventure of Hypernaught_The Exstalers_Dead Men don’t get Laid_Sayonara Sensei of Sin
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The Adventure of Hypernaught
It’s late, and Jayson is carefully studying his tablet. It is an antique device, unremarkable on the surface, but Jayson studies it like his life depends on it. Suddenly, the screen goes red. “I knew it,” Jayson mutters to himself. He activates the report screen, preparing to warn the Grand Minister of the emergency.But what’s this? Zounds! The emergency button rejects his input! Jayson jumps up immediately, for he knows only one foe who can mess with his tools so thoroughly. The Mars Bugs have returned! Quickly, Jayson activates a device attached to his wrist. It begins to rev like ...
The Exstalers
There are 200 students in Heather Elementary. Out of all of them, ten of the kids were in the hall and started talking so the teachers gave them all detention. They went to the library, but little did they know that their librarian was a superhero teacher! So the kidswww.onedoor.cc asked the librarian if she could teach them how to be a superhero. “But”, she said: “I need to know your names!” So the kids said that their names were Alex, Ashley, Cathrina, Cole, Hailyeen, Lillian, Margeret, Matt, Maxine, and Stephanie. The next day the kids went to Farah's Magic Elementary. When they went to the school they ...
Dead Men don’t get Laid
9:03 AM “Holy shi-” In one swift, violent, motion a sweaty hand was clamped over my mouth. My back was firmly pressed against the wall and my elbows were pinned behind my back. There was nothing elegant or heroic about the situation I was in, even though it was in the name of love. “Listen here Rat Face if you don’t give me all your money,” the thug with an abnormal amount of acne on his chin pulled out a dull blade, “I’ll take it with.. Force.” I looked at him blankly, I must have looked like an idiot, who truly did have ratish features. Though I will never admit that again. I decided then a...
Sayonara Sensei of Sin
Inspired by The Joy Luck Club – "Sayonara Sensei of Sin" – 1/15/14; Mrs. Dowling's Creative Writing I class, 10th grade. Juxtaposed by Sampson was a doll, a ningyō, to be exact. The woman’s face, pale with the brush of a white powder, seemed to smile at him. Her fan, placed delicately in her arm — flagrant with bold reds and bright yellows — appeared imperial and majestic. Ever so slightly, the eyes blinked once, then twice, and finally she battered her eyes in succession. The doll mocked him, buffeting Sampson with its blinking! His eyes grew cross.“Get out of my sight!” he yelled, throwing t...