In other news, I'm totally hard-core sexy right now because I just ran a few miles. Seriously guys, I think I might be too hot to lay eyes on (so you might want to wear shades in my presence).


PrologueHarry Walsh peered down the narrow, pothole-ravaged avenue with thinly veiled impatience. One more street and his night shift was over. This particular street looked exactly like its neighbors: badly maintained and virtually deserted. Even so, he decided to give the area a once-around just to clear his conscience. Maybe hed find some gang of twats who needed a good threat with a nightstick before they scattered like mice. To his disappointment, Harry had never actually gotten a chance to use his nightstick, let alone a pistol; in fact, his last few weeks had consisted of anti-smoking assemblies at primary schools. Utter bullshit, seeingPrologue


Chapter 4-Intro to IzzyAnd if you got your money, honey, we got your disease I flicked the radio switch irritably. I was too angry even to join in to the lyrics in a painful imitation of Axel Rose. Damn that ungrateful kid. How dare he In actuality, hed only said the truth. The realization only served to make me angrier. I jerked my foot on the gas pedal of my truck, which shot forward with a satisfying screech. I didnt know why what Nicky said had me in such a bad mood. I was fully aware that we were in no way related, but every time he mentioned the fact I panicked and changed the subject. I suppose I was afraChapter 4-Intro to Izzy


Chapter 3- Nicky_FinishedMeira why the hell is there a toaster in the bathroom? One year ago, if youd told me that some clinically insane British chick and a guy who wears sunglasses indoors would come and bust me out of the miserable wreck called St. Augustines, Id have laughed until I choked on my tongue. Which would suck. But anyways, Im still in utter disbelief that I live with Meira Snowden, who Im surprised has not been arrested and carted off straight to the loony bin. Take, for example, the toaster placed mere inches away from the wet bathtub. Its like irony, or something actually, itChapter 3- Nicky_Finished


Shitty Story, Chapter 2At 5:56, 24 seconds, and 58 milliseconds, according to my insanely precise wristwatch, I made an excuse to grab a receipt from the filing cabinet. In retrospect, Im fairly sure I looked like a rabid, cornered animal every time I jumped at footsteps coming around the corner that day. If it werent for the fact that no one spared a second glance for an insignificant, unattractive 15-year-old in the frantic bustle of an illegal weapon-trafficking network, I would have given away Leos plan before he even had a chance to try it. My hands trembled violently, not to mention suspiciously, as I fumbled with random folders. Every 15 seShitty Story, Chapter 2
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Dark Thoughts on Happiness
'I hate this watermellon'
'Why?'
'There's too much water and not enough mellon'
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don't blame me
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98% of Deviants don't know the difference between "your" and "you're." If you're one of the 2% that wants to punch 'em, put this in your sig.
I'm such a party pooper~
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Probably half asleep right now.
[[ ~piffity-puff es mi esposa querida. ]]
Doing 5$ commissions. c:
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BOW DOWN TO NOBILITY, PEASANT.
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BOW DOWN TO NOBILITY, PEASANT.
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98% of Deviants don't know the difference between "your" and "you're." If you're one of the 2% that wants to punch 'em, put this in your sig.
i'm working on more anyway
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98% of Deviants don't know the difference between "your" and "you're." If you're one of the 2% that wants to punch 'em, put this in your sig.
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