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Melissa and Anthony ran through the crowds of drunks giddy as Sarah trailed behind. With the mission put on hold until tonight their main priority was having fun. Unfortunately, everywhere they looked all they could find were events for adults bars, raves, various parties anything the twins tried to participate in had them shooed away at the front entrance. For an hour this continued with no success eventually the twins sat on a set of stairs with defeated looks on their faces, as Sarah stood in front of them. “Look it was a long shot that a place like this would even have stuff for children.”, Sarah said with a deep sigh. “This place is surprisingly stingy about ID.” “They wouldn’t even take our bribes.”, the twins sulked harder now. “Probably cause you pointed a gun in their face a minute earlier. Also, why’d you use threats before bribes.” “Cause violence solves everything. Isn’t that why we’re here.” The twins kept sulking as people from the crowd in front of them started rushing

For most people death is feared because it is viewed as the end of something because you don’t know what happens afterwards. If only it were that simple for us death is feared not because it is the end, we fear it because it is the beginning, the beginning of something awful. "Hey get back here you little shits!", shouted a man covered in paint at two girls running away. "As if old man! You want to hurt us you'll have to actually catch us first." the taller girl with long blonde hair shouted. "Please don't antagonize the angry man any more than you already did Sarah." said the smaller and slightly chubby girl with medium black hair. "Why it makes being chased by him a lot funnier, I know you agree Chubs." Sarah responded in a joking manner. "You know that's not my name", Chubs said defeated. "I know but Chubs is way cuter than Chelsea, come on we're almost home free just around the corner and..." suddenly Sarah was cut off by a wooden plank smacking her in the face. Sarah fell to the

CHAPTER ONE DECEMBER 30th, 2008 She held her breath as she heard waves brushing onto a beach. The whooshing back-and-forth rhythm of the water calmed and excited her.  Sappho Höst loved the ocean. She loved the ocean so much that if she had to make a choice between sweet tea and the Florida coast, she'd choose Saint Augustine in a split second. Her blue eyes gazed into an endless blue horizon, and she sighed. The full moon glowed as the waves below glittered like lights on a Christmas tree. She was reminded of their Christmas tree still decked out in the living room. Sappho smiled as she took small, slow, careful steps just out of reach of the foamy brush of tide. Her tiny footprints vanished like magic as the waves brushed them away, which unfortunately made her frown. It just reminded her of the family curse that stopped a woman from using her witch powers unless her clothing vanished. Sappho brushed the feeling of shame out of her mind, and tried to instead focus on water

Dabrowski A look into the main character of A Boy and His Cat Little to nothing is known about Dabrowski when he is first introduced. Even his name is not revealed in the beginning portion of the story. He is a rover with no meaning in his life but to survive, the meaning to which he himself does not know why. Yet he perseveres to do so. Dabrowski is a character in a place where he doesn’t belong: the long aftermath of the global nuclear holocaust. It leaves nothing behind but ruins of old earth and the worst of humanity for him to fend against; rapists, murderers, and cannibals. Dabrowski’s morals are conservative and decent at best. He hasn’t committed heinous acts like others and tries to keep a fairly moral compass regardless of the situation he’s in. However he isn't blinded by good faith and does what is needed to survive. Patriotism is an underlying theme which fuels Dabrowski’s character. He constantly reminisces of the old world, being young at the time when the bombs

I desire only peace between our peoples but I am beholden to the will of another and so I must do as I do not wish to do, I must do my duty and bring ruin to a people who have done nothing to harm me… -General Tychus Taverin “Who is she? She’s beautiful…” I asked the guide about the statue standing on the pedestal in front of me. She looked almost real, almost alive and I reflected that whoever had made this statue was truly a master, the sort of man the world sees only once. It was my 22nd birthday and I chose to spend it doing something I’d wanted to for a while now, visiting the art museum in The Capital’s city square. I’m no expert but I can tell you what I like and besides, this was one of those “need to see it before you die” kind of things. I kind of had to, and a milestone birthday seemed like as good a day as any. “Best we can tell that’s Windsong, last queen of the Winter People. There’s all sorts of stories about them from back in the day, it was said their royalty