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July 2009Make a fist Dig your nails into your palm Death's kiss Ignorance is bliss And why did you ask me to call you When this would happen? And I don't ever want to hear youJuly 2009
Say that to me again Kill myself? Only with rubber razors I won't tell Heart on a shelf And the shelf happens to be inside the Medicine cabinet And I don't ever want to hear you Say that to me again Take your pills Get the hell out of my room Gives you chills? Clean up your spills And why are you still sitting at the
Edge of my bed? And I don't ev


Star Trek SI Chpt. 1Star Trek SI Chapter 1Star Trek SI Chpt. 1
Morgan leaned back on the couch. Alyssas late.
Uh huh, Jacob nodded, who had already observed this obvious statement in action.
The two friendssoon to be threewere over to Morgans house, and they always watched a movie when they came. But Alyssa was around ten minutes late. Morgan didnt mind. She pushed her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose and looked out the window, wondering where her friend could be.
In response to her pondering, her cell phone vibrated. She flipped it open to a text from Alyssa, saying &


Nightmare Chpt. 2Nightmare Chapter 2Nightmare Chpt. 2
As the man walked steadily to the office he was assigned to for that night, his copy followed him quietly. When the man stopped once to fix something that seemed to have come loose on his clothes, the copy quickly hid behind a wall and began to transform again.
The man began to walk. The copy came around the corner, now as a mouse. He scurried along quickly to stay on the mans trail.
Just a short while later, a large steel bolted door shoved its way out of a low concrete wall.
The man knocked on it slowly, almost as if there was a certain pattern to it. Three knocks


Nightmare Chpt. 1Nightmare Chapter OneNightmare Chpt. 1
There was a man.
The man was walking with a rigid back down the dimly-lit street, and he wore a dark gray suit, a strawberry-blonde buzz cut hairstyle, and sunglasses, even though the sky was the nights. His huge, pale fist was wrapped around the handle of the briefcase at his side. As he walked, his tall and muscled stature flickered in and out of the orange streetlights overhead. His rectangular face was expressionless, but that was nothing unusual, not for him.
The man checked briefly if he was being followed and turned a corner. The street was empty, the dilapidated
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