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Res hurried down the street as fast as her legs would take her. Her customers were waiting.   Shooting the narrow gaps between people she dodged a man carrying a large box and slipped by a pair of old women walking down the street. Seeing the familiar red over hang she breathed a sigh of relief. No one was there yet. Running through the ally, Res went to and quickly unlocked the back door, hurrying into the kitchen. The counter tops were clean, utensils put in their place, and clean plates stacked neatly on the shelf. Looking around the room with a happy smile on her face, the ten year old girl gave a beaming look of satisfaction. Not just

An amount of time had passed. How you measure it and what you call it is your business. Time didn’t matter to him as he no set schedule, no appointments, no meetings, nothing that would require him to be early or late and as such, keeping time would be pointless. He noticed that the sky had not changed. It stayed the same brilliant orange color stretching out about halfway before fading into darker and darker black. While it gave the appearance of evening, there was no way of telling for the earlier said reasons. What he had been curious about was that there was no sun.  It was simply open sky. Emitting light. Damn light like the dam

...they should write… He sat alone. The room was white. Insanely white. Some simple people would describe the room as small, having four walls, a ceiling, a floor, and a single door. He cared for none of what simple people thought only that the room was too white. And it was well lit though he couldn’t see where exactly the light was; in fact it seemed to be coming from everywhere. So he sat with his head on his crossed arms which rested on his knees. Alone. In silence. From an observer’s point of view, a young man dressed in blue jeans and a tight fitting black shirt sat peering down at his socks over the rims of his

...for most people but then again most people are normal.  Most people live boring lives that accumulate into a boring world and have equally boring deaths (some count that a blessing).  However some people are not so boring, in fact they are the ones who change the world whether it be for better or worse. They do things others thought impossible or unimaginable and when they die they usually inspire others as well. There is a group of people smaller than the other two, those who are meant to be world changers meant to do great things, but for some reason, some twist of fate, their life is cut short and they die an insignificant death. Some i

He was lost. Wandering deeper and deeper into the woods not knowing which way to go he but stubborn enough to continue on and hope for the best. Which was a bad idea. After several hours he was hot, sweaty, and covered in scratches and leaves. His only saving grace was that he had his backpack with him and a camelback on top of it so he was covered if worst came to worst.  And he was on the road to worst. He had set out hiking a route through the mountains earlier in the morning after hearing about a quiet little glade, a magic place of the forest. A perfect place to read a book and relax for an afternoon and time he needed to unload after

Her face… the smile…perfectly white teeth like something out of a gum commercial. Every day it haunted him. Like a smell that one could never rid them self of no matter how many times they washed…though he hadn't decided yet if it was a nightmare. He supposed it was his fault, he had been the one who had kicked started the whole thing. One night…on a couch with a bottle of champagne. A simple little question…simple things are never easy. At first he took it as just another girl that he liked, another cutie that made him feel whole, not like the loser that he was. Eye candy. It was easy too; she was fun shared simi