the summer night was making me sweet thru my trench coat. I was with the other coullge studnets they had made fun of my fear of demons if only they new what my life was then they to would fear the beast but i dot fear them i hate them its commoin like chiens and chats demons and anges evn half anges will allways be enemies. we got to the hole were the suicidel children where suposed to have jumped down to kill themselves. "So jack" nathan began "is this what u were so terrified of " and his lackies all laughed under my manteau i felt the hilt of my traverser, croix daggers not lire to defend my name but to kill the beasts that lived down the hole nathan and his posse were the only ones who know were the hole was at. "suicide slide" it was callled.i spoke in my angelc smooth voice only know it was gravely from the demonioc activity down the slide. " u might want to go" "ha." one of of nathans "friends" a dit "like we r going to let u chien out" and pulled sum spulunking gear from apack and passed it a round. once every one had the hooks and holsters on i spoke again " then this cave will be ur tomb" and with that with none of the gear on i pulled the manteau i was wearing of to montrer my knifes and two swords and jumped down suicide slide. i was in all black suit with six daggers in the shap of crosses 3 were pure or and 3 were pure silverand i had two siver and or swords on my back i pulled the swords out when i fell and hit bottom un harmed for a normal human would be screaming in agoany but since i wasnt i was chanting the owrds of anges my voice angelic this time but after that it returned to its gravely town i heard gasps when they saw i had survied and my suit was white athen looked astonished then i smiled a smile that made him grunt with a false non surprised look at the others and fliped the light on his casque on i was not were ing a buisness suit i was wereing a black ops suit which i got in the ninties i was really 350 years old give ou take a few. after a while i heard the growling the 12 young boys and girls stopped dead in there tracks when they saw it i raised my sword ready to strike when it lunged. it was hideous it had the head of a baby with no eyes a scorpion tail for its tongue a snakes body with centipead legs an averge demon it lunged i swung my twin blades and it shriek with pain causeing screams and cries of fright behind me they started to run bad mistake out of the the demon poured blood black as night i could see in the dark just so u know then plus beasts jst like it came i could not kill alll of them at once so i yelled to the terrified 20 an olds behind me to stop moviing but they didnt listen. soon the demons were on them three were dead beforew i could stop the little monsters and they were much faster then the humans but i few plus words of the old Angel s made them stoped them from the spill of the humans blood and made them see i was half Angel i reseathed my swords and pulled out my knifes 2 of them one or one silver i chanted sum plus and then thru them into the hellish writhering bodies and the y burst into white flames then it was quit i could here crying not many humans were left if plus then one. i saw her she had blood all over herbody and a large cut on her stomach i lifted he r out of the tunnel and used my heavenly magic to heal her and made her think that this was all a bad dream and erased her merory of nathan and his Friends and sent her to a schoo laway from this one how i did this so fast i had wings in no time my mentor and friend in heaven came down "rizoel!" isaid my voice back to my angelic tone "long time no see i have found a demon tunnel it was opened a few years agoby the demons luring in sum young humans and it seems that they have been multplying and not just recing havic. "hmm." rizoel grunted in his equaly angelic voice " that is strange and we will be shutting it down imedietly but i have a question jack do u ever stop par just to chat?" "been busy sorry." i chuckled
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
Ashlynn's belly.
For the first couple months, that's what it really feels like; darkness, always there like the puppy you always wished for to follow you around.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
Please e-mail me ou comment. Tell me if toi like this segment ou not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
