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Battered Lamp Chapter Nineteen: The Cure for the Sister Copyright 2014 Note: Beta read by b0b. Character List Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. He has the cure for Fatima's coma
St. Mary’s Cemetery was a beautiful old graveyard with rows and rows of fancy monuments and statues. There was no doubt that most who had been buried here had led successful lives. The mausoleums were numerous and the grounds well kept
This is my first story i would like some constructive feedback but try not to be to harsh thank you. :) He always had sick depraved sexual thoughts. He always wanted to dominate some high class stuck up bitch and treat her like the whore she was. It all started with his boss
to tell my story I must start in the beginning. since 5th grade she's been in almost all my classes, I've seen her in the hall ways, but I never said hi. After graduating I went to a college that was near my town, about 40 miles away
This is just a fictional story about what i want my first time with a man to be like. A little about me, I'm just your average white boy, 6 foot tall with long brown hair that reaches my shoulders and dark brown eyes that almost look black



The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of tables at the Antique mall. Stephen makes is way down the rows hoping to find something that he could buy for his mom’s birthday
He visited my country town in Viet Nam. It was easy for be. I was used to making men want me, need me, pay for me. He thought I was just a local working girl at the plant and he fell in love with me. I told him what he wanted to hear
You can say I'm just a casual teen ager smart nerdy and no one likes me because I'm gothic and they think I'm a creep. But in reality I'm a nice gothic girl. Not a lot of friends but I don't care I do my work like I'm sapost to eat sleep and do it all over
Zzzzzzzt. Zzzzzzt. Zzzzzt I lazily reached out and picked up the phone. It was my friend, Will. "Hey listen, Mike, I need to tell you something urgently, can I come over?" "Yeah, come round any time man, I'm home tonight" I sat back and carelessly wondered what he wanted



Diagon Alley, in July A chime sounded just as Harry opened the door to enter Ollivander’s abode. As always, the old wandmaker emerged from the shadows to greet him. “Ah, Harry Potter,” Ollivander said, “Welcome.” “Sir,” Harry greeted with a nod of his head
"So how does it taste?" "It tastes like crap," Ruby blurted out smugly as she scarfed down a slice of lemon meringue with an exaggerated wince on her face. She still held onto that ch!ldlike honesty but mixed it with teenage sarcasm
Chapter Ten “Huh, this isn’t half bad,” said Jason, standing at the Amundsen-Scott South Pole airport, in the very heart of Antarctica. The heart of the station was a massive metal-plated building up on stilts, boasting 80,000 square feet of space, equal to a strip mall
Terri tried calling Sylvia several times during the next couple of weeks after the initial meeting. One day Terri's wife came home and gave Terri an envelope and said "Message from Sylvia” Terry opened the envelope and read the letter
Childhood Fantasy I saw him walking toward me from across the yard as I played with my toy cars outside my play house. I was excited to see him, but nervous too. I didn't know how to act around him, he didn't treat me the same way other grownups did. But I really liked him
Again I hate to admit it, but seeing the sand-and-sweat streaked boy come running from the forest, his dirty skin covered in pink splotches and red scrapes from things he’d run-into in the woods, well, it did it for me