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Poison Of The MindThere are some things money can't buy. An imagination is one. Another is perception. I have perception, or whatever you call it. I notice things. Always have. Always will. This makes me perfect for my job. I am a jack-of-all-trades, in a way. I deal with the stuff you don't even think about. Spying, illegal trade, stalking, shooting, killing... Yes. That sort of person. I'm the hired help for the bad guys in fiction books. I am the bad guy. I am the one that everyone wants dead for some reason, even if they don't know it yet. I have the perfect disguise, though. I am a fourteen year old boy who fails in school. I can act dumb. I fail on purpose. No one notices me; because I don't want them too. Often people hesitate to ask for my assistance. I'm 'just a child', but I have been just a child for years. It started when I was ten. For four years I have been on top. The one people are scared of. Some foolish police officers have come after me, but my guise always turns them in the wrong dir
Internet Phenomenon, Part 2As Lars scanned over the hundreds of internet desktop-shortcuts, his mind failed to read them. There were just too many. He'd catch the odd one: PayPal Account, My Webpage, Client Attack Page: Hack, Client Page: Code...
Lars's mind shot back to the third one. Hack? He scanned the screen again. There must have been about forty 'Client Attack Page: Hack's over the page... What had Madra got herself into? Lars moved the mouse across the screen and clicked on 'My Webpage' and Google Chrome popped up with a mainly black web page. On the top, in Wingdings and Courier, 'TERRORBITE' and, as a subheading 'The Site'. He scanned down the page; it had a warning on it.
"Do Not attempt to enter this site if you wish to leave several negative comments, spam, troll or any such things. If you do you are personally responsible for any damage to personal property and/or any being near your computer."
A small while underneath, in much smaller writing there was:
"TERRORBITE aka Madra Mellisa B
DoormatAs I stepped forward, I heard a crunch under my feet. It was a doormat. On the doormat it said, 'Please Remove Your Shoes, Or They Will Be Removed for You' I carefully removed my shoes and looked at the doormat again. It now said 'Please Remove Your Socks, Or They Will Be Removed for You.' I stood there puzzled for a moment. I was sure it said Shoes before, but I removed my socks anyway I heard a noise coming from the next room so I went forward, I looked back to see if the door mat said I should remove my feet. Fortunately it didn't, it seemed to have decided that now I had removed my footwear it was going to welcome me.
The KeuminNothing could have prepared Thok for this. The training was pointless, the 'real life experience' hadn't come near this and even his instructor was looking dumb founded. The enemy was still standing. They were covered in blood, battered and bruised in every place and they were still alive! It didn't make any sense. This was a child, nothing but a child, and they were standing, fighting, smiling. It was inhuman, impossible, down right...
Just as Thok was about to finish his thought a piercing scream emanated from his mouth. He fell to the ground, his legs giving way. It was almost as if he were watching himself fall as the child blasted him with the blood red light, blasting his very life force from his body and leaving him a cold, dark body in a sea of bones. The only thing with flesh other than the... than the thing that had killed him. As his vision faded and his memory grew fainter, the only thing he could utter as his final word was "Keumin..."
Love At First Chat, Part 2A smile crept across Kenny's face as Emily sighed heavily. They were silent for a moment, not really knowing what to say.
"Uh..." Kenny mumbled, checking his phone for texts.
"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?" Emily said, shouting slightly louder than she wanted.
"Um... No?" Kenny asked, almost tasting the regret of meeting her.
"Ages, you idiot." She said, turning around and walking backwards away. "Well come on! What did I say I was going to do when I met you?" she said, secretly grasping the familiar marble in her pocket. It calmed her, keeping her voice steady and making her sound more like her typing.
"Take me out." he said, the grin returning to his face and the sour taste of regret leaving his tongue.
After an hour around Emily, Kenny had remembered why he'd had butterflies to begin with. She was just so wonderful! Talk about a good girlfriend. Not only was she smart, funny and like-minded, but damn she was beautiful. He'd never imagined her like this.
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
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