A New Kind of Fantasy - Part 1"Beware the man with the black rose!"A New Kind of Fantasy - Part 1
Lor was watching a race on T.V. A ‘certain’ racer had just crashed...again. Lor chuckled. A few hours later, the ‘certain’ racer came through the doors to the pub that Lor was in. “Hey Lor, did you see that?!” The racer asked. “Keep it up ‘pink boy.’, and people will start to suspect something.” Lor answered. The reason he called the racer ‘pink boy’, was simple, he was a 17 year old guy who acted younger than what he was, and he had pink spiky hair. You couldn’t get much weirder than that. But if someone told him that was weird, or if he was crazy, he would ju
Angel Jen - Part 5If you don’t think I am a heartless and nasty guy for what I did to Jen and Mika then you are a tolerant person indeed. Want to be friends? I doubt it… A creep like me?Angel Jen - Part 5
I returned to class that afternoon in an even worse mood than before, but for the record it was all inward directed anger. I did not blame Jen and Mika at all. I did not feel as though I deserved friends at all, I wished Mika would come back and start hitting me again. I moped through afternoon classes and trudged out of school with my head hung low. I failed to notice a tearful Mika stood with Hiroshi. “Kazuo!” I didn’t hear the doctor call to
Angel Jen - Part 4That evening I had spent with Jen really affected me; remember I said that I had lay awake thinking about it? Well I spent a long time after that thinking about it too. My outlook on life had begun to change since talking with Jen on the roof top. I wouldn’t claim to be a wise man or anything but my eyes really had begun to open.Angel Jen - Part 4
My lunch hours at school were now spent with Mika and Jen, loyal friends who would actually stay by me when I needed them. Mika, I had discovered, loved food or rather loved to make food for others. This lunch time she had made a selection or sushi rolls and oniigiri. I had my own lunch, Jen too,
Escape from mallo - re writeCarefully pushing her way through the dense, thorny undergrowth of the thicket, Falda cursed herself. How could she have been so stupid? Hiding out in the back room of a city tavern with so many of the watch looking for her! Yes it was safe in there, until that is they organised a search for her. It was a stroke of luck that the back of the tavern roof was only feet away from the city walls. She had been cornered up there. Once on the walls though she was in the open. She could be easily found. Northgate was below her, a long way below. There was a roof maybe twentyEscape from mallo - re write
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