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chuleta gets chopped
“I don’t care what she said, I care what she did to our family.” “She didn’t do anything to this family, Chuleta, that was www.onedoor.ccyou. You’re the one who tore it apart, rib by rib and slice by slice. You took up your fork and smashed it down flat against our skulls. What choice do you think we had? Answer me that, and then I’ll believe it’s her fault.” “I’ll kill her.”“You wouldn’t.” “Yes, I would. And you know what, I’ll kill you too. I’m gonna kill everyone in this place, and I’m gonna smile while I do it. You hear me? You hear this? This is the sound of a man who’s had enough. And you know what h...
The Theto Region
The TV blares in the other room, "Our new president Ella Lewis has now made her first decree as president. She has put forth the decision to pide everyone into the United States into their categories based on the personality test that has now been shipped to your house. Please open the box and return to the TV." I get up and walk over to the TV to see my parents with the box in front of them."Sweetie come here. We need to take the personality test." I walk over to my mom. She hands me a pill. I stare at her and she says, "You have to swallow it." I grab a glass of water and I can feel it as i...
The coffee Shop
By the time i stepped outside the leaves were on fire. Its was october so there wasnt many left hanging from the trees as it was, although this tree in which my eyes locked onto had a unuseual amount left which only acted as more fuel. I just moved here 2 weeks ago and finally built up enough will power to walk into town. As i was scanning my surroundings, including the people walking down the side walk both in the same direction as well as oncoming. thats when i saw it, a tiny little coffee shop practicly 2 blocks down from where i stood, the very reason for forcing myself to finaly leave...
THAT AROMA OF HIS LOVE....
It’s a Monday afternoon. She is sitting in a lone coffee shop. It’s her down time in between classes, and she chose to subway downtown and focus on the paper that could make or break her college degree. She hears him before she sees him. The door opens. The tiny bell hung above it rings, signaling his presence. She looks up from her cappuccino and laptop at the noise and the burst of cold air coming through. She freezes and stops her work, almost spilling her drink all over her in the process. He hasn’t changed a bit. He takes off his black beanie, and his dark brown hair is styled just the wa...