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CorruptThe smell. It was the first thing I noticed about the girl. Her perfume was light, almost unnoticeable at first. It was actually a relief compared to the last place I had stayed at. There, the girls practically bathed in their soaps and shampoos. With so many smells polluting the air, it wasn't long before I had a headache. Here it was different, it seemed in all but actions. The way she sat so easily and comfortably on my lap was no different than any other bar wench I had tried to chase off.
"Would you like another drink, handsome?" she wrapped her arm around me and I pulled away desperately. The movement was sudden and the girl nearly fell upon her backside as she slipped from her place on my lap.
"N-no, sorry," I quickly stammered, not sure whether to be apologetic for dumping her onto the floor or to be stern for so forcefully trying to throw herself upon me. Her jaw dropped in disbelief and she turned from me with such a huff I wondered if I perhaps had been the one making the mo
August 1, 2056
Government is doing very well running the world.
Fewer crimes are committed and the new technology of today is creating fewer accidents around the world. People are accomplishing more with their lives, for they don't have to sleep for many hours, take time to shower or do any sort of household job. Technology takes care of it for us. A push of a button and most anything we want will be done.
There is only one problem with the world. Cross Alliance disagrees with Government. I don't know much about Cross or why they disagree; Government keeps that information away from the public. All I know is that Cross and Government have been fighting in a war for decades now.
The only grief and suffering left in the world is that which Cross brings to us.
August 6, 2056
My father fought in the war. I never knew him for he had left before I was born but I had seen many pictures of him. Mom kept them hanging everywhere and refused to take them down when Father had been repor
Double Dare Ch.4
Sitting by a window, Miranda eagerly stared at the road awaiting the arrival of a guest. She sighed annoyingly and shifted her position but it seemed that no matter what she did the blasted pink flamingo always obscured her view of the driveway. She finally heard the screech of tires and she squealed in excitement.
"Our ride is here," Miranda cried. The loud clutter of pots and pans temporarily stopped.
"What?" someone called from the kitchen. Miranda ignored the cry as she threw open the door.
In the driveway a black Hummer came to rest and the driver stepped out of the vehicle.
"Adrik!" Miranda cried and raced towards him.
"Hey, girl, wassup?" he grinned. She leaped on him, nearly tackling him to the ground.
"Thank you so much for doing
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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