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covert
Covert missions were a bitch. Seriously. All the secrecy and mumbo-jumbo was a pain in his ass. He wished for the missions that were straightforward: in-and-out, shoot the motherfucker, and head on home. When espionage was required, when he had to pick a side and shoot someone on the sly, when no one else knew why you were shooting that piece of shit humanity…those were the worst. He grumbled and checked his sight again, then signaled his team to move in.
Posted By just On 03.16.2013 @ 7:21 pm
claims
“Please fill out these claims forms and return them to my window. We’ll figure things out from there.”
She grimaced at the sheets of paperwork, but took them. She had no other alternative. She’d tried all the other options and all of them had failed, this was her last chance. if only these forms worked. She’d heard horror stories about people who filled them out and then were booted straight back out the door. That wasn’t an possibility for her. This was her last chance.
She sat down and started filling the claims forms out.
Posted By just On 02.07.2013 @ 8:48 am
size
The size of the rat was ridiculous. She screamed and ran in the opposite direction. The rat looked up from his mouthful of cheese and squeaked quizzically.
Posted By just On 01.15.2013 @ 12:18 pm
object
The object of this lesson was to learn your limits. Many of you pushed yourselves over the edge when we told you that this would be a performance test and that the director of the agency would be watching. We are looking for people that know when to stop, and when to push. Unfortunately, many of you have not yet reached that point. If the following would please step forward for re-evaluation.
Posted By just On 12.02.2012 @ 5:08 pm
entrance
The entrance was grand thing, gold and gilt, glowing with the reflecting shine from the candles that dripped from the chandelier overhead. The ballroom was full to bursting with the ton, the echoes of their gossip drifting out into the dark hallways where servants lurked ready to swoop in at a moment’s notice from their employer.
Posted By just On 10.17.2012 @ 5:08 pm
since
Since Amelia was a young girl, she always believed in faeries. In the vicious siabhra that played mean tricks and hated humans, and the sweet aos si that floated around court and giggled like little girls at a tea party. It was only when she was 14 when her faith was answered.
Posted By just On 10.13.2012 @ 3:37 pm
help
“HELP!” She cried as she raced down the deserted streets of Chicago, clutching the ragged remains of her torn blouse to her chest, the other hand holding up the tatters of her skirt to retain what was left of her dignity. Footsteps pounded behind her, echoing ominously through the narrow streets. Tears streamed down her make-up smeared face as she screamed desperately, “HELP!”
Posted By just On 09.26.2012 @ 10:49 pm
affairs
“The current state of affairs–”
A heavy sigh cut off the speaker. The man huffed indignantly, and cleared his throat noisily before continuing, “Are rather dire and—”
Another sigh cut the man off again. This time, he spun around and shouted angrily at the origin of the sighs, “If you have something better to do, leave! We don’t need you help–”
“Au contraire, my dear Lord of Chambers, you need my help rather desperately.”
Posted By just On 09.25.2012 @ 7:42 pm
afraid
“Where are you?” The voice sing-songed as it wandered around the house, opening doors and giggling in that maniacal way that chilled the blood running in his veins. He was so afraid of the owner of the voice. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen when the voice found him. He shuddered. The voice was getting closer.
Posted By just On 09.23.2012 @ 5:32 pm
people
People EVERYWHERE. His head pounded as the sheer volume of noise they produced drilled through his eardrums and straight to the cent of his forehead. He frowned ferociously, and pressed hard against his head as if that would stop the pounding. He was fooling himself though, and the pounding continued as the flow of people continued around him. He stumbled through them, mumbling pardons, as he tried to find some place with LESS PEOPLE.
Posted By just On 09.22.2012 @ 10:28 pm
trap
It was trap. It was so simple, yet so elaborately elegant…it was a trap. The revelation ran in circles around his mind and his breath sped up and his chest tightened with panic. A trap. So simple…yet unavoidable now that they had walked right into it. A trap. That he had led them unknowingly into and now they would all die.
Posted By just On 08.01.2012 @ 8:01 pm
cabinet
The cabinet was made of stained wood, dark and homey and somehow smooth to the look, not just to the touch. It gleamed elegantly in the sunlight streaming through the windows, dust motes dancing through the air before it, almost as if they were entertaining the antique cabinet.
Posted By just On 07.28.2012 @ 1:52 pm
fractures
The fracture on his hand throbbed in the beat of his heart. The thrum of it was both painful and soothing. He grimaced and lifted his hand up, cradling his elbow protectively. The motion made the throbbing ascend sharply before slowly descending to his heartbeat. He sighed and flipped the TV on. It would be some time yet before the fracture healed.
Posted By just On 06.21.2012 @ 7:48 pm
nominated
“I nominate George for class rep!”
George gaped at his friend and jumped up, “I cancel that nomination! I do NOT want to be class rep!”
“Aww! C’mon, George, you’d be an AWESOME class rep.”
“I so would not. Please Mr. Phoresco, forget that Walker ever said anything, he’s delusional.”
Mr. Phoresco just laughed and wrote George’s name on the board under the list of class rep nominees. George banged his head on his desk as Walker pumped his fist in the air in victory.
Posted By just On 05.05.2012 @ 5:34 pm
earring
The three earrings tinkled gently as they swayed into each other with each step. It was a slight distraction to the drifting chef, the warm gold tones contrasting brightly with the other man’s tanned skin and bright green hair. It was singularly hard to look away.
Posted By just On 04.16.2012 @ 7:09 pm
attendant
The attendant at the edge of the library doors bowed respectfully when he strode past. He nodded, but that was the only sign of acknowledgement he gave as he continued on his way back to his rooms, the two books under his arms holding all of his attention and hopes and dreams.
Posted By just On 04.02.2012 @ 3:46 pm
trunk
Harry tugged his trunk into the cabin, grunting a little at the effort and cursing the stupid laws prohibiting underage magic. It made no sense! He kicked the trunk in satisfaction when he finally settled it into an unoccupied corner. He stretched, cracking his neck and headed out to look for Ron and Hermione.
Posted By just On 03.22.2012 @ 7:09 pm
ratings
The rating sucked. There was no other way to it. Every week they just dropped like a rock off a thousand feet cliff. He banged his head against his desk as the unforgivable graph glared at him from his computer screen. Damn it, something had to give and he had the unfortunate feeling that it wasn’t going to the viewers.
Posted By just On 03.20.2012 @ 7:50 pm
petition
“We should submit a petition.” Jerry said idly, swinging his foot negligently.
Max chewed on his bookmark, not looking up from his novel. “Petition for what?”
“I dunno, something interesting. I’m bored.”
Posted By just On 03.13.2012 @ 6:37 pm
brunch
“Brunch?”
“Of course, my dear. The Regal?”
“I do love their salads.”
“Hmm. How was Amanda?”
“All right. She does need to have some training, but otherwise better than the previous 12 applicants.”
Posted By just On 03.08.2012 @ 5:51 pm
demonstration
“Right! Left! Right! Up! Down! Left!” The Instructor barked at the two students in the chalk circle as their staffs clicked against each other rhythmically. “This is how you do it. Get in pairs and follow the demonstration!”
The rest of the students scrambled to obey and in no time the echoes of dozens of staffs tapping against each other filled the yard with the Instructor’s barked directions. “Down! Right! Up!”
Posted By just On 03.07.2012 @ 5:12 pm
swing
Swing Swing, Swing high, Swing low. I love the swings, makes my mind go WHEE. The wind in my hair, the sun in my eyes, it’s exhilarating. Beautiful.
Posted By just On 03.06.2012 @ 2:47 pm
professional
This is my job. I’ve been working this since I was seven. It might seem a little extreme to you, but it is just a way of life for me. I pull on my shoulder harness and make sure that it is secure before I pull on my boots and strap them on tight. I open my window and jump out the ledge, creeping stealthily along the roofs as I head to my next assignment. A professional assassin is all I’ve been trained to do. And I do it well.
Posted By just On 03.05.2012 @ 7:05 pm
town
The town swirled slowly into view, like a small vista slowly revealing itself as the fake snowflakes settled in a snow globe after being shaken and then set down. It was small and unpretentious, something that he’d only ever seen in movies or read in books, and nothing like the large, sparkling cityscape that he came from. He felt something inside of him relax, and sighed quietly.
Posted By just On 03.04.2012 @ 11:40 pm
sweat
The sweat dripped off her face, sliding down her chin to splatter silently on the cement ground underneath. She panted heavily, sucking steady breaths of air into her lungs as she watched her opponent race towards the little green ball that would determine everything.
Posted By just On 03.03.2012 @ 7:06 pm
weave
The weave was something…different. It was strange and hypnotizing in a way that he’d never seen before. It made it almost painful to try to tear his eyes away. He rubbed his eyes as they burned fro the unblinking state they were in. The pattern seemed to fluctuate and change as each second passed.
Posted By just On 03.02.2012 @ 2:22 pm
wings
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Posted By just On 07.31.2011 @ 2:40 pm
forgotten
I have never forgotten about my friends or family i remember them a lot and i will never forget them.
Posted By just On 05.16.2011 @ 9:17 am
