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HEY, PLEASE READ THIS- ITS SERHEY, PLEASE READ THIS- ITS SERIOUSLY IMPORTANT THE FATE OF YOUR INTERNET-LIFE IS AT STAKE!!!!!! APPARENTLY THERE IS A HACKER ON DEVIANTART, CALLED 'LIFE OWNER'..... TELL EVERYONE ON YOUR LIST BECAUSE IF SOMEBODY ON YOUR LIST ADDS HIM THEN YOU WILL GET HIM ON YOUR LIST. HE WILL FIGURE OUT YOUR ID COMPUTER ADDRESS, SO COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE EVEN IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR THEM AND FAST BECAUSE IF HE HACKS THEIR EMAIL HE HACKS YOUR MAIL TOO (I think what it means by that is that he could assume the identity of your friends, and FOOL you into opening the letter since you think it's your friend that's sending it )!!... Anyone using Internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and so on. This information arrived this morning, Direct from both Microsoft and Norton. Please send it to everybody you know who has access to the Internet. You may receive an apparently harmless e-mail titled 'Mail Server Report' If you open either file, a message will appear on your screen saying: 'It is
FIGHT FOR IT!I was seventeen when the climax happened
April 25, 2016
Sunday A busy morning for some, nice and quiet for others Sunday I got up this morning, readying for church, as I have done since I was born (I was sitting on the bed ready to put on my shoes), when I heard a nose outside my apartment. I put down the shoe I'd been holding and stood, strolled to the window and drew back the curtain a ways to see.
And see I did. I was shocked, to say the least; my jaw dropped at the sight. Hundreds of thousands of people marched down the street; all in rainbow and carrying signs and flags and pictures. I'd read about it in the papers and seen the news, heard the talk that something big was coming (I lived in the capital, of course I had), but I was not expecting something like this.
It was like the 1960's all over again! Civil protest for rights owed; now this was story"Gays fight for their right to marry." It'll make the headlin
Unbelievable...Robert was sitting in his apartmenthis living room, reading and taking notes for classwhen a bang sounded outside his door. He jumped and stared at the wooded thing for a minute, waiting for something he wasn't so sure about to happen. The bang came again; someone was pounding on his door. Marking his page with his pen, he got up to meet his guest.
Emerald orbs dark with rage and hurt?...the young woman swept pass Robert, nearly knocking him into the wall on her way. As she stormed into his bedroom, he stared after her, shocked and not a little hurt and confused. It took a minute but he eventually followed, frowning at the sight that met himclothes and books and pillows and shoes were everywhere.
"Babe what are you doing?" he asked, dodging a hat flung his way.
Her back was to him, so he couldn't see her expression, but she stiffened, tensed. She dropped the shoe she was about to throw and took several deep breathes to relax; after
''A tattoo?'' Warning: Homosexual Relationship! Don't like, don't read OR get over it and enjoy; any comment complaining about it will be deleted, because I don't care for your bitching! I warned you and it's not my problem if you didn't listen!
A sequal of sorts to Things Are Not Always What They Seem but not a necessary read.
"What would you say if I got a tattoo?"
David looked up from his history book to glance down at his boyfriend, "A tattoo?"
John nodded, eyes locked on the other boy's. They were in David's room studyingJohn sitting on the floor, back against the foot of the bed, his beau lying above him, his head next to his.
"Uh," David turned back to his text book, "well I guess it all depends on what it would be."
"What if I got a heart with your name in it?"
The brunette snorted, "I'd say you're a sap."
"Gah," his boyfriend w
Chapter One: Amber
"You gonna be alright son?" Ex-General Frank Benner asked, walking out of the principal's office and toward the front doors.
"Yeah Dad," Andrew replied, "I'll be fine, this is nothing new."
"Mmh," Benner nodded, "Well I've got a class today'round onebut if something happens"
"I'll call you, I've got my phone," he pat his pocket for emphasis, gave his father a reassuring smile, "It'll be okay, Dad, don't worry."
Mr. Benner nodded, but didn't say anything in return; he gave his seventeen years old a loaded look before leaving through the tall glass doors and walking down the path to the old black truck.
Andrew stood there watching until the car was gone; it was a habit he couldn't break. Ever since his mom died He sighed and turned away, began walkinghe needed to find his first class and he was already late. Taking the white slip of paper from his pocket he looked over his schedulemath first, room three-oh-one. He looked around lost for a few minutes, g
Some people would call me a bitch, others would say that I'm just driven, but I would say that both groups are correctI, Christine Jones, am a driven bitch; but I have need to be, this world gives me no choice. Not only am I black, I'm a womanI have to be harsh and determined, especially if I'm going to make it back to New York to take over Dad's law firm. I left my fair city at twelve, when Mommy got sick. She runs a dance studio now and makes a good pay, but I cannot afford to live in this backwater town for the rest of my life.
Dad understands, which is why he didn't sell the company to move with usonce I'm out of college it'll be mine; I plan on being a bulldog, a shark of a lawyer. And I'll be damned before someone gets in my way.
Is it weird that one of my best friends is my thirty-four year old uncle? No? Okay. Uncle Eddy is a chemist and my mom's younger brother. He lives in Washington (as in D.C.) so I don't get to see him much, but he always sends me a card on holidays and on my birthday and we have weekly phone chatsevery Sunday, nine P.M., even if it's only for a few secounds, he calls and we talk.
I can tell that Mom and Dad dislike this ritual, though I don't know why. I mean, wouldn't that be confusing? They love and accept everything else about me but don't like it when I talk with Uncle Eddy? I'll have to ask them about it someday.
Art. Any kind of art, but mostly music and painting. I love art, I love it a passion, though drawing will always be my true love and music my mistress. Ma hates that I don't have her talent for dance and Granddad can't understand my dislike for all things motorhe owns the best auto shop in town okay, the only auto shop in town. I work there sometimes when I need the money or he needs the help.
Grandmother doesn't like that I work there at allGranddad's always pushing me to take over Kitzu Motors. She's a kind old woman who understands and always covers for me when I've got a shift at Candles, the music store. Grandmother understands a lot and she's always been sympathetic; she knows that I am who I am because it's just me, not because my father left and never returned or because I spend too much time with her and Ma. Grandmother doesn't push it aside and she doesn't try to change me.
God loves everyone, She has a hand in making someone who they aretherefore She loves what She makes. Papa and Mama know this and have taught me that anyone who says otherwise is wrongGod loves all Her children, because She made them, gave them a purpose, and She did it for a reason. Papa says that we have to remember the time in which our bible was made and that some things are dated. Mama says that we have to remember that our bible doesn't come from just God, a lot of it comes from humansit's a man-made book so some things are bound to be wrong.
My father runs a small church; he learned the trade, the practice, so I trust in what he tells me. I wasn't raised with glasses on, so any lines people may draw are blurry to me; I thank my parents and God every day for that.
Honesty To A Dear Friend
“Auld, I know that this isn’t the most important thing at the moment but could we, possibly, move up in the world because we’ve been here ever since we split away from Gruumm and there’s not a damn thing to do here!” whines Nikki Davidson as the renegade ex-SPD blue ranger was practicing her kicks in the way that a karate student did with their master watching, even though Nikki and Auld were equals and best friends, the blue armoured alien was always keen to drill his mentally unstable human best friend, and he wanted Nikki to put him through drills, as far as the two were concerned, they trained together, travelled together and tried to destroy SPD together.
The two mercenaries had been hiding out in a warehouse on the outskirts of New Tech City and the two had turned the wide-open warehouse into a sort of Headquaters for them, with Auld setting up a whole host of technology that would put Dr. Kat Manx, one of Nikki’s former friends in SPD, to sham
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 39When considering costumes, do your best to keep black (or very dark grey) as one of the accent colors.
Fish Or Ferry“No.” said Serena slowly, doing her best to annunciate and raise the decibel level with each syllable. "That wasn’t what I meant."
"Oui!" replied the French man enthusiastically from behind the market stall, fish still in hand as he gesticulated wildly. "Le poisson! Oui! Oui!"
"Non. Non." Serena felt the blush creeping up her throat as people began to stare. "Non poisson. Non poisson! Non Francey! Noney Francey!"
"I don't want the bloody fish!" Serena screamed, throwing her hands onto her head and scrunching the large-brimmed sunhat between her fingers. "I asked where the ferry was! The ferry!"
EveningLying on the bed, I held in my arms a softness never felt before. The warmth of it extended onto mine while holding it tighter, as if it was a part of me that was lost for years and now was found. While nuzzling on its linen clothing, its jasmine-scented perfume tingled my nose, yet the smell sent a jolt of pleasure to my entire being as it passed through my nose. Then one truth came to my mind: nothing beats a soft pillow after being exhausted for a whole day.
CHR 103 - Assignment Three “You've all made your mockups, save for two, and today you're going to bind it to yourself and make your first two storage compartments, all at once. Once you've made those compartments, which may make a try or so, you'll move the spell on the clock hand to your own enhancer."
Darvenel was probably the only student residing in OtherWorlde who did not conduct magic.
He never really cared for it. He lived his life without it, and sorcery only proved to be a hassle. He’s drank wrong potions, been fired on, had a spell cast on him, even been cursed once. Magic, in his world, existed only to stop him from running. He ran his life on his legs, and he fought with his fists. Even when he confirmed that magic was a true feat, he still tried to avoid it as soon as possible.
So when the professor told them to transfer a spell from a clock hand to his own, Darvenel nearly fell out of his chair.
Despite his unnatural condition, Darvenel regarded himself with the abilit
Temptation, temptation'Do you love me?' she asked him for the umpteenth time.
'Completely.' he answered, 'But don't ask me again; I might be tempted to say no.'
T.O.O.N. - Laundry Day..............................
“-are clear, that despite the dramatic increase in freak accidents around industrial machinery, construction sites, and dangerous places in general, not a single casualty, or even any serious injury by modern medical standards, has resulted from these since the T.O.O.N. happened a month ago.”
Says the anchor in the blue suit. Stock footage of industrial machinery and workers in a factory starts playing.
“Despite these numbers, an increasing number of class-action lawsuits have opened up, the most recent against Cyl-Tec, one of the most prolific manufacturers of compressed gas cylinders in America.”
A graphic pulls up on the screen with a wall of text.
“The president of the company issued a public statement, saying, “The standard of quality has remained exactly the same as it was before the T.O.O.N., and the cause of the recent wave of malfunctions is still uncertain. We are doing all we can to provide support fo
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