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My Teacher, My Master Chpt 1Screaming and fire, that's all one could really make out when you were viewing the gory scene of the destruction of a village in the country side. All they towns folk dying or being carried off by the attackers into the deep woods and never seen again.
That village was wiped off the face of the planet in less than a half hour, with one exception, the sole survivor of the attack was saved by a wooden shed falling on top of her. She laid there still pretending to be dead, praying to the Gods that she would be passed by.
The sounds died away soon after, nothing could be heard when she opened her eyes. It didn't matter, she was still pinned under the wooden shed, her small 12 year old body unable to move the thick heavy boards that had been the shed that housed the crops that were drying.
At that time in her life she accepted that she was going to die slowly in this heap, her eyes closed once more and opened again when foot steps were heard approaching.
It was not who she wanted it to be a
Spectrum-Chp1 SnippetThere it was, that lamp. There was just something about it that was unsettling, at least to 23 year old Alyssa there was something just off about the lamp.
Her roommate who was sitting in the arm chair next to the new lamp that Alyssa had been peering at from behind the couch gave a heavy sigh.
"You know, I'd like to think that somewhere deep down, there is a VERY normal person in there that thinks this entire reaction to new furniture is complete rubbish."
"You'd like to think that wouldn't you? That normalcy exists, that's all lies imprinted to you from the public." Alyssa averted her gaze over to Leigh.
"Yes because the public has lied to me for 22 years and that this is all a ruse to get me to be a sheep."
"You know that lamp is evil somehow, it just radiates this aura of nasty."
"No, it doesn't. It radiates light which allows me to study easier seeing as the lighting in this apartment sucks."
"Evil lightning." Alyssa muttered.
"It's a wonder I hold up my grades with insanity const
The Journal of GeorgeIn all my life, everything I've gone through, nothing could even hold a candle to the moment of sheer terror I'm experiencing right now.
It's windy, it's a long way down and the only thing keeping me from falling is being stuck in the crack of a window. I'm the youngest of the entire sheet that was printed that day, the last one to dry.
Yep, my name is George and I'm a one dollar bill of the United States Of America. My current living situation was crammed in the over crowded wallet of a brunette 20 something that's always on the phone.
Right now she's taken a want for a sweet tea, only a buck-six at your local McDonald's and I'm the easiest to reach dollar. However while waiting in the line of cars, answering her phone and changing the song on her iPod she thought it was a good idea to stick me in the crack of the window.
Honestly this is the most brainless land lady I've had in months, what makes her think that risking my life and value like this is a good idea?
I may be only worth a
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