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Hank opened his eyes and was startled to realize he had been fast asleep. He popped up on the couch and looked around. Jesse was leaning back in his chair, fast asleep. Tyshawn was not in the room



Anna sat under an overgrown bush in her neighbor’s yard enjoying a hot summer afternoon. Well, she wasn’t JUST enjoying the day. She also loved hot summer days because the windows were open. She was kind of spying..



"Where exactly are we going?" Melanie asked as she followed her boyfriend Floyd around the corner. They had been traipsing through back alleys for a while, looking for a place neither of them was sure existed
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I was living the simple life of living on campus, having a part-time job, full time student, a girlfriend that made all my friends jealous, and just feeling like one of the luckiest persons alive
Things are looking really bad for Anna, she lost her job and has been using her savings to pay the rent and food, she has been looking for a new job but it seems like no one is hiring these days



An interesting surprise I had only left the house for work an hour ago to meet Mrs Redgrave but the appointment had fallen through. Second time I’d trailed all that way to do a job that lasted the whole day and for nothing. Well not again
It was two weeks before the end of my sophomore year in high school as I daydreamed about summer vacation. Having turned fifteen in January, I was too young to drive; even younger to go bar hopping



Marie was a girl just blossoming into womanhood. A stylist young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her light blonde hair was cut stylishly short and fiercely moussed. Her makeup was applied with impeccable precision, highlighting her large blue eyes
I returned with food in hand, to the sound of giggling. ‘What now” and I walked into the bedroom to see Sandy sitting there with Nancy, both watching the TV and talking



Craig was an average guy. He was of average height, average intelligence, et cetera. He was sitting on his front porch on a Friday night, bored as ever with his friend Pete. Pete was also fairly normal with the exception of his height
I hauled the last suitcase up the stairs, and through the front door. It was an unbearably hot day, even the flowers in the small front yard seemed to droop a little and the street in front of the house almost appeared to be rippling in a heat haze
Ann’s graduation party. I'm sitting at home watching TV. When I get a phone call from my friend John. He tells me is having a cookout Saturday. He tells me this is his weekend to have his daughter. He and his wife have been separated for several years
The Devil's Pact edited by Master Ken Copyright 2013, 2014 Chapter Thirty-Eight: Shamans Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com. Sunday, September 29th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA Sunday passed in a haze of pain
My name is Matthews Oak, nicknamed Matt,I am 16, I was born in Brazil and just recently I moved in to San Diego, Californiaat firstI felt bad for moving out of my country but I could adjust myself to High School just fine once I started living in SD..