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LiteratureNew 18 It was around 6ish when Mundy and I entered the cafeteria, our team and BLU team were getting their food and sitting. Both Alexie and Ivan were talking about Russia, or what I assumed since they only spoke to each other in Russian. I noticed that Dion and Jack were talking, while Jacques held his Sniper’s hand, Mundy and I headed over there to mingle. “Oi, Mates.” Mundy greeted, I was holding his hand with my left and I waved with my right. “Bonjour you two Amoureux.” Jacques said with a smile, I had the obvious look of confusion. “He called you two love birds.” Dion said with his cigarette in his mouth, “Well I’ll just add that to my language list then…other than that hello.” I greeted back. “We ‘eard the news about you two.” Mundy and I exchanged confused looks, “What do you mean by “the news”?” I asked, “Your Medic wouldn’t stop talking about ‘is brilliant find, but if it was true…we’re happy for you.” “Well thanks guys, but it won’t be for another few days.” I toldStories
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LiteratureA Quickie It was a cold December morning, Ace the leader of the gangreen gang stepped out of a room where he, and his boyfriend Snake slept. Snake was making coffee, as he noticed his boyfriend sitting himself down on the couch, rubbing both his arms. Snake smiled, Ace pulled a blanket around him, then Snake made his way to the couch with two mugs of coffee sat in front of them. Ace opened up the fleece blanket, and allowed Snake to sit by him...Snake grabbed the two mugs, and handed one to Ace. The sweet smell of French Vanilla filled the air. "Good morning, Ace." Snake said while smiling. Ace smiled and sipped his coffee. The sweet music had starGanggreen Gang stories
LiteratureDream1 It was in the area of Dustbowl where I found Blue Scout*Not my oc David nor Wrass, Don, or Jules, not even Steve* laying on the control point, not the first capture, but the second...the first point of the second capture. Holding his abdomen acting like he had gotten stabbed, but no blood was seen seeping through his blue cerulean shirt. He shouted for his medic, only to have the doctor to disappear, or not hear him, even when the scout had his mouth next to his ear. I knelt down next to him. I could see him, but he couldn't see me, even though his eyes were crystal clear, 20/20 perfect, and wide opened. I mean his blue irises were lockedGhost Stories
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LiteratureDream1 It was bright and sunny, but I woke up in a house...not my house, a different one, the inside of it was modern with a chrome refrigerator, a flat screen television, and white counter tops. When I looked outside, it seemed very vintage, not 1930's vintage...more like 1500's vintage. Then I heard someone talking, with an Irish accent, I looked behind myself, and noticed Jacksepticeye behind me. He looked at me, but didn't freak out, like you normally would when a random person enters, or wakes up in your house, especially if you're a popular YouTuber, no he smiled and greeted me with a, "Hi!" No "Top of the mornin' to ya lassie.", or"laJubalio's Story Stack
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LiteratureA Day Gone Bad IntroA Day Gone Bad Volume 1 Story 1 Introduction My black hair flies back from the strong winds, as I grip my frozen arms to keep warm. My ice cold feet crush the leaves, and break the twigs from underneath, a soft moan occurs from behind, as I dodge every tree I approach, as it grows darker, I move faster, I soon stop without warning, I find myself in the middle of the forest...the wind blows stronger than ever, I begin to walk, the numbness in my feet feels like I'm walking on nails, bloodcurdling howls are loud in the diamond night sky, I find all around me, yellow piercing eyes of owls, as they hoot angrily at me...my breath shows like aMCR Stories
LiteratureMordecai's Events Pg twoAfter laying down into my bed, Rigby pulled the covers over me, I seen the devastated look in his eyes...I couldn't tell why he'd be sad, I was still alive, and breathing, but something still troubled him. "Rigby...uh the last time...when we were trapped in the freezer, I was-." Rigby had stopped me from talking after raising his hand...I covered myself again. Rigby: "Dude...it's my fault that we got locked in the freezer, it was my fault that the door slammed shut, but I did the best I could to save both of us...the way you cross your arms, indicates the way I get you into trouble...it helps me realize what I do wrong...and even if I've fMordecai's Story
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LiteratureMy Mark pt 2Chapter 2 My Now Deformed Eye The night was still young...I opened my right eye to see Mordecai's clock show the time of 2:00am...my wounded eye still throbbed with pain, I slightly rubbed it, only to find out that the bandage was coming off, I rushed out to find the bathroom...but had no luck, soon I seen Mordecai sitting on the couch, I rushed up to him. "Mordecai." Mordecai: "*Turns to me* Charla what are you doing up?" "My bandage is coming off." Mordecai: "Okay...lets put a new one on." Mordecai took me to the bathroom, where I sat myself on the edge of the tub, very carefully Mordecai removed my bandage, then had a shocked look onRegular Stories and Lines
LiteraturePo's Story Prt1September 1, 2012 Saturday 12:00am After becoming the Dragon Warrior, I knew there was going to be a down side, getting sent on dangerous missions, or everyone wanting to challenge you because of the name, but nothing could compare to the things I see in my sleep...of course you would call them nightmares, not only that, but I see Tigress, and Song the youngest of the shadow dancers...in my nightmares...My name is Po....though you already knew that, and this is my story...you knew that too. Well it all started late one night, at the Jade Palace, the others asleep in each of their rooms...everyone was sawing logs in their dreams while I sePo's Story Stack
LiteratureLostI'm lost, and silent. It's cold, and quiet. My heart is dying. My soul is dead. My life is lying. The rest is red.Poems
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LiteratureSasha's Survival[Sirens wailing] The sound rang in my ears, as I watched an ambulance pull up beside me. I knelt down in front of Sasha, who was lying next to a pile of rubble. He wasn't moving, I feared I'd end up losing the one I loved for as long as I can remember. My Sasha, if only I had been under that rubble, and not you. How this happened is that Sasha, and I were fighting, and shooting robots, one of the demobots had planted a sticky bomb, no no not a sticky bomb, but a payload bomb in the shed at Dustbowl. Sasha and I happened to be in the shed when the explosion happened. I was standing on the control point, when BOOM!!! the ground shook,thenSasha's Survival
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