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Super Badass
Jesse’s got a gun! It’s the beginning of the new school year and Jesse Ant has positioned himself outside the playground with his gun aimed at Todd Bennett, a bully, who has tormented Jesse since second grade. As Jesse’s anger grows, his finger slowly presses upon the trigger, he…
Super Badass
Jesse Ant brought three pistols to the playground. A sinister looking smirk, similar to The Joker, a comic book supervillain, rose upon Jesse’s gaunt face as he positioned himself like a sniper on the outside of the flimsy chain link fence. A protective wall hastily installed last year, meant keep wandering students in and curious trespassers out, was the only thing that separated Jesse from his archenemy. Read the rest of this entry »
Pleasing Mosley
Thomas is finally getting his life back on track. Then one day, Eleanor J. Mosley (the boss) discovers Thomas’ drug stash. But before she can call the police she suffers what appears to be a heart attack. Will he save his boss or let her die?
Pleasing Mosley
Eleanor J. Mosley, Satan’s number one protégé. The more I got to know Mosley, the more I was convinced that she was absolute evil. She was unbelievably gorgeous, a super badass with hypnotic breasts, which she took every opportunity to use to her advantage. Her lips, always slightly opened, were full, scarlet and as tempting as a shiny, poisonous apple. At six-feet, Mosley was raw heat wrapped in a perfectly toned physique. She was brilliant and flirtatious just enough to maneuver her way to the top of a field dominated by men.
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As the clock reaches 5 a.m., tensions mound, the doors finally open. The only thing standing between Allison and what she wants (a plasma TV) is the lone security guard…she just accidentally trampled. Now, Allison has to decide whether go for the TV or help a fellow human being?
Ignorance and Want: The Death of Christmas
Every year, Allison took the Friday after Thanksgiving off (from work) just for this purpose. Since she was a junior in high school, the same year the first Mega-Shopper store opened its doors in Emerald City, they’d been coming here. A dozen years later, Allison considered their meeting in Row D of the Mega-Shopper parking lot on Black Friday at 2 a.m. a sort of family reunion. With her two sisters, Roxanne and Patricia, and their mother, Frances, they eagerly joined roughly three hundred other early bird shoppers who’d formed a makeshift line along the side of the store.
Jump Bitch Jump!
Joan’s normally quiet bus ride is suddenly disrupted by the site of a girl threatening to jump off of a bridge. As the chanting begins, will Joan give in to mob mentality and chant, “Jump Bitch Jump!”
Jump Bitch Jump!
Disclaimer: Based on true events, all the characters in this story are fictional.
Any resemblance to any real person is merely coincidental.
The oval-shaped police officer ran in front of the approaching bus; with one swift gesture of his hand, he brought it to a complete stop. A traffic accident, thought Joan, maybe…that certainly wouldn’t be unusual for the morning rush hour. Like the other passengers, Joan—no longer lost in her novel—peeked out of the window to see what had caused this unscheduled stop.
The Ugly Truth
Sure he thinks he’s handsome and he even believes that all ugliness (especially ugly people) should be eliminated. But would he do the unthinkable? Murder his neighbor just because she’s…well ugly? Do looks really matter that much?
The Ugly Truth
Am I crazy? Look at me. Could a crazy person look this beautiful? Absolutely not. Do you mind if I smoke? I know…I know it’s such a bad habit. But I get nervous when people stare at me…the way you’re doing now. Of course, I should be used to it. They are always staring at me. Eyes, eyes…big eyes, little eyes, red eyes, yellow eyes, eyes desiring me, eyes undressing me, eyes everywhere, staring, watching me. No escape, not even when I go to sleep. It’s enough to drive any man insane. Well, except for me; I’m not crazy. My only crime is being terribly good-looking.
