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Hide and Seek

Ding-Dong
Hurry and open the door, I have come
Even if you try to hide, it's no use
Ding-Dong
Hurry and open the door, I have come
It's already too late to run

"Arthur? Where are you?" You yelled looking for him.

You looked around outside. Arthur decided he was going to play hide and seek... at midnight. Gosh you really hated when he was drunk. He would do the craziest things and deny it the next day. You looked all around the outside of his house. You finally realize "I bet he went inside" 'Why didn't I think of that 15 minutes ago?' You thought to yourself

You opened the door to hear silence. Arthur s

Alex's Heavenly Gift WARNING: This story contains pregnancy related belly inflation. Some stuffing and breast inflation are included as well. You have been warned.
SECONDARY WARNING: I'm not a writer. Grammatical errors and poor sentence structure may be ahead (I tried, but I'm not sure).
Alex was a good girl. She always did as she should and was nice to everyone. She never had to be punished when she was growing up either. Her parents loved her and other parents wished their kids were like her. Alex went through her life in a nice and 'safe' way. She didn't hang out with people who would get into trouble, she avoided drugs and alcohol, porn, R rated movies, and anything else that could be considered 'bad'. She had managed all A's through out school, she graduated top of her class in physics at her university, and she was now working on various scientific studies at the lab downtown.
Today had been a normal day at the lab and a normal night at home. To sum it up in one word,

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But the blood; there was so much of it, soaking the grounds around her. It splattered all across the grounds, the shadowy aura of the One with Dark Wings suffocated the area, allowing the darkness to now completely swallow the light.

Rose The Killer Part 1Come to me....
Come to me my child...

"NO!" I yelped, sitting up suddenly in my bed. My blankets were on the floor, my skin was beaded with sweat, and my breathing was as rapid as my heartbeat.
"What is it? Whats the matter?"
My bedroom light suddenly flicked on, revealing my father standing in the doorway, a startled look on his face.
"I-Its nothing... Just a nightmare." I sighed, squinting in the bright light. Dad just nodded and walked over to me, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"You know, your mom and Liu have been getting nighmares too... Im worried about it."
I nodded sleepily. "Yeah..." They were always waking up in the middle of the night screaming.
"What happened in your nightmare?" He asked gently. I shivered.
"It was scary... someone was... No, something was calling me to come to them, over and over again. But it wasn't anyone I knew. The voice was the freakiest part... it sounded so unearthly. I couldn't see anything but I could feel that so

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‘Oh yeah. Just because mum thinks I need to have a social life, instead of reading books…’ he sighed.

Sarah had invited the entire grade to a pool party at her house. It was a warm Friday night and everybody was enjoying themselves.

Additionally to not really wanting to be here, Nicko was afraid of meeting Sarah. He had had a crush on her since first grade, but he’d never been able to tell her. She was the most popular girl in his grade. He was just the stupid nerd that got bullied all the time. There was no way he c

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The giant dridder circled the intruder, glaring at every inch of the impudent little human, who was only about as tall as his hand. If he was not so irritated, he would find the situation amusing. He had found her near the entrance of his cave, sleeping on the ground and using her backpack

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One figure dressed in a short dark blue outfit with dark green hair with a red ribbon and yellow sash across her waist leapt up and dodged a giant boomerang thrown at her. The boomerang whirled and returned to its wielder a brown ponytail haired women wearing black and red armor to cover herself and she caught it as it returned to her.

“You really think you can defeat me?” The first one said to her opponent smirking down at her as s

Karasu - Part 16

Though the satchel wasn’t large, it had carried enough food to last Shichi for several days. He started slowly, eating only a few handfuls throughout the day, allowing his stomach to grow accustomed to digestion. His mind began to clear. He noted the positions of the sun and stars, making his way back towards the river. Only the mountains were cold enough for snow, and the brown earth began to reveal itself as he descended. With the soil came roots, and soon he had foraged a small stock to refill the bag.

The river was a welcome sight. Though the water was chilled, he removed his shoes to wade into its embrace. The current was painfull

An Illegal Trade GT Ch.2The girl gasped between sobs and gazed into my eyes with pure bewilderment. “But, why?”

She was so freaking adorable… I couldn’t help but stroke her trembling back with my thumb. It felt so strange yet so amazing to feel something so small against my fingertips…

“You did nothing wrong,” I breathed. “I can’t explain why I did this- you wouldn’t understand----“

“I know what this is!” she bawled. “Y-you- you drugged me then you raped me- and when that wasn’t enough you shrank me so I could be some---some---!”

I moved my forefinger to her stutter

An Illegal Trade GT Ch.1An Illegal Trade

“How much?”

Zeke raised his golden eyebrows in surprise. “What?”

I folded my arms across my chest, and let out a patient sigh. “How much? For the girl?”

Zeke let out a large puff of smoke out of his cruel lips, and grinned wickedly. I could see the three of his golden molders, shining back at me- mocking my pained expression.

“You want her that much eh?” he chuckled- it was a terrible sound.

I nodded impatiently and placed my clammy hands onto his wooden desk. “How long has she been unconscious?” I ask suddenly.

Zeke shrugged and looked at the tiny girl’

The Dragon Mask [Dragon TF]It was a mask, one that would go completely over a face. But not a human face. In fact, this mask looked like it would fit a horse's face in a parade. This mask was dark cobalt blue, trimmed with silver lines along its edges.
Desmond has been going for a stroll in the woods when he came across that particular mask. He couldn't have missed it: It was lying in a clearing, with moonlight reflecting off its smooth metallic surfaces.
Attempting to see if there was anything to identify its owner, Desmond flipped it around and looked closely at the mask. There did not seem to be any marking or writing that would reveal the owner of the mask. Neither was there a label that indicated where it was made.
All of a sudden, the mask began to feel warm in his hands.
'Odd...'
All of a sudden, the mask yanked itself out of his hands, towards his face.
'What the-"
He did not get to finish his sentence, as the mask had already went over his face. It didn't fit well over his face due to its non-human desi

Spine scares a kidSpine walks frustratedly along the path in the park. He had been sure that getting out of the house would be a way to alleviate the stress that Rabbit had been placing him under, but Rabbit’s insistence in coming along had rendered any possibility of peace impossible. With his fedora tipped low over his bright green eyes and steam venting frustratedly from his cheeks, he tries to ignore his older brother’s presence.

Rabbit had taken to throwing a ball at his back intermittently as they walked in an attempt to get him to ‘lighten up’. On the contrary Spine was becoming angrier and angrier with each ‘thump’

The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 9

Chapter 9- The First Day
“Wake up, sleepy head,” a deep voice whispered, gently nudging Abbie. She lifted her head and yawned. It was still dark outside. She rolled over to look at Andy.
“What are you doing up? It’s too early,” she said, her voice thick with sleep.
“Warped Tour,” he smiled. That was all she needed. She shot up in bed and stretched.
“You got pancakes already?” she asked as she ran her hands through her messy hair and got out of bed.
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SUICHI SHORT

SUICHI SHORT

By Yomero.

In their quest to know more about Meronii’s mysterious gloves, Suichiro along with the Tashi and the slave maiden camped near the shore of a river. After a renovating dinner, the group sat back and rested around the fire.

“Tomorrow we will arrive at the mansion at noon.” Suichiro stated. “But we need to begin our journey early.”

Sitting over a rock, Tashi interrupted the fighter while drinking from a small dish. “Why is so important for you going with this lord?”

“Meronii was her slave. He must be responsible of leaving her like this.” Suichiro responded.

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An Illegal Trade GT Ch.3“It’s permanent. For a year or so,” I mutter. I refuse to look at her. I couldn’t take the shame- it’s too much.

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Relax, Max

by ~Michelay, Apr 6, 2007, 2:36:29 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy

Relax Max
by M.R. Anglin

Celeste opened the door to Max's office and halted. Max sat hunched over his desk, scribbling his signature furiously on one piece of paper after another. His eyes and mouth were narrowed in slits and his ears were plastered against his head.

Celeste blinked and gave him the once-over. “What’s wrong with you, Max?”

“Nothin’,” he muttered. “Just too much to do.”

“Aww, Maxie!” Celeste said walking over to him. “You’re always so stressed out. You need to calm down. Just relax, Max.” She paused a moment and then giggled. “Hey, that rhymed.”

“Clever,” Max stated.

Celeste put her arms around his neck and caressed his head. “You poor thing. You nerves are just like jumping jacks, Max.” She giggled again. “I’m pretty good at that.”

Max put down his pen. “Please just stop.”

“I sowwy,” she said in a baby voice. “I just want you to calm yourself. Have you listened to your heart?”

“No.”

“You heart is thumpin’ with a crazy sound,” Celeste said and put his hand on his chest. “Hear it pound.” She smirked and said in a sing-songy voice, “bumpin’, bumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’ up and down.”

“Are you quite finished?” Max asked.

“I think so,” Celeste said. “I don’t think I have anymore in me.”

“You're doing this on purpose,” Max said.

“Admit it, I bring fun into your life,” Celeste said, rubbing her cheek against his.

Max nodded. “You know that’s a song, don’t you? A song I don’t particularly like.”

“Is it?” Celeste asked.

Max leaned back in his chair and looked into her eyes. “They’re using it on those Double Branch hotel commercials.”

Celeste nodded. “I see. That‘s where I must have heard it.” She giggled. “And here I thought I was being poetic.“ She cuddled his head a moment. “It’s appropriate, though.”

“How do you mean?” Max asked.

“That they would use your name in that song,” Celeste said. “Because you really do need to relax, Max.” She kissed his temple and walked to the door. “The whole world isn’t going to fall apart if you don’t sign off on everything.” She winked at him and walked out.

She waited outside the door for a few seconds and then cracked the door and looked at her man. He was looking at the papers on his desk and thumping his pen on top of them. He suddenly smirked, snickered, shook his head and went back to work with a smile on his face.

Celeste smiled, closed the door, and went about her business.

Relax, Maxby ~Michelay

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy

Everytime those Double Tree commercials come on I think of Max and Celeste because of that song they play. Everytime I hear it, I imagine a stressed out Max sitting down while Celeste dances and sings around him like a gypsy or something.

As far as I can tell, the song goes:

Relax, Max
Your nerves are just like jumping jacks, Max
Your heart is thumping with a crazy sound
Hear it pound
Bumpin', bumpin', Bumpin', jumpin' up and down

And goes on from there. I'm sure i don't have it 100% right.

I thought of this story/sketch on my way to work this morning. I spent 30 minutes on it, so I doubt it's very good or mistake-free. Just enjoy.

song is © to the people who wrote and sing it, and it's not me

Max and Celeste © 2007 M.R. Anglin. Don't Steal; Just Relax, Max