Amongst the Shadows_The Spitting Image_Adaeze the mysterious girl_Always listen to the Creepy Gas St
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Amongst the Shadows
The short winter day was giving way to night; the time to hunt would soon be hers to savour. For now, she slunk into the corner of a drinking hovel, a large tankard of warm, watered down ale in her gloved hand. The chair made a loud groan as she moved it into a more advantageous position. She had opted to sit by one of the large burning open fires in the sizeable open plan room. The bar was chaotically hectic with the variety of life found amongst the underbelly rank and file, mostly deadbeats, petty criminals, and wannabe big hitters pretending to be tough guys and the inevitable throng of wa...
The Spitting Image
The councilwoman's desk was terribly cluttered, with stacks of papers and old newspaper and magazine articles strewn over it. Absentmindedly, Tara peered at some of it while she waited for her return. The Ninja Head Councilwoman had asked to speak with her after training that day; it didn't sound too urgent. If it had been a mission, she would have had to meet her in the council room, just like all the other shinobi and kunoichi did. What could it possibly be about? Was she in trouble? No, couldn't be. Tara always followed the Academy rules: she never left the dormitory after hours nor did she...
Adaeze the mysterious girl
Adaeze was the only child of her parents,tall,slim and dark in complexion. She was 8 years old when she started having premonitions,no one believed her because they thought she was too small to be saying things that is not met for her age. Adaeze is a very beautiful girl,respectful and above all hard working. She lost her mom at the age of 8、 Adaeze woke up one morning and went to her mother to complain about what she saw about her but she wouldn't listen,she had wanted to go to the farm when the little girl told her not to. Adaeze cried bitterly that morning,rubbed herself on the floor in ot...
Always listen to the Creepy Gas Station Guy
We stopped at a run down gas station, and in front stood the dirty, and creepy looking owner. He was missing a few teeth and looked cranky. Part of me understood, it felt like a hundred degrees today. "Hey, can we get some gas?" My friend Betty asked chewing some gum loudly. Her white summer dress blew in a warm breeze. She stood with her arms crossed glaring at the man until he finally answered. "Yeah, we sell gas." He retorted sarcastically. "If I was you, I would turn your car around. Teenagers been missing 'round these here parts." Betty rolled her green eyes as she put the nozzl...