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I awoke to the sound of the wind. No, it couldn’t be, no wind on earth could create such a terrible din! It was like a cassette recording of the roar of a lion, only copied and re-recorded several million times. The sound was dappled with occasional grinds and shrieks, too, which caused me to wince whenever they reached my ears. Curious, I pried my eyes open and turned my head to the left. I nearly jumped sky-high in the air, for through the jungle mist I spied a vacuum cleaner. It awkwardly rolled back and forth, smoke emanating from the underside. The user of this decrepit machine soon appeared. Stumbling disjointedly through the undergrowth was a little old man. His appearance was no more impressive than that of his appliance. It appeared as if his business suit (if you could even call it that now) was made of a myriad of rips and shreds. I quickly dove behind a boulder, hoping to remain unnoticed. As the vacuum’s painful cries drew nearer, I took a careful peek over the enormous stone. For the first time, I could see his face clearly. It seemed so familiar, and yet, I hadn’t the faintest memory of who this raggedy old man was. My thoughts were interrupted by his voice. “Don’t be scared, Joe, I’ve come to show you your destiny,” he said. The sound of his voice brought forward a memory. That’s it! He was the host on those old Oreck vacuum cleaner infomercials! But what was he doing in the middle of the jungle? Then I wondered, what was I doing in the middle of the jungle? I decided to deal with the situation at hand. “I kind of want to wait until I figure out my destiny… to figure out my destiny,” I replied raising an eyebrow, “That’s usually how it goes, isn’t it?” “Just follow me, you’ll be fine,” he assured me. Feeling... ... middle of paper ... ... they have none,” my guide explained solemnly. “But, where’s the devil?” I asked, confused. “Relax, Satan was just created to scare people into being good.” “Okay, that makes sense, I guess,” my eyes widened, “How do we get back out? Will God come and pick us up or something?” “That won’t be necessary,” Mr. Oreck said in a really awesome, badass kind of way. “What?” “I have been God for years, but I have grown old. You are God now. Try it.” I thought about floating, and we began to float. The sorrowful souls below began to get smaller and smaller. Astonished, I implored, “This is pretty cool, I guess. Are there frozen pizzas in Heaven? How about ice cream? Can I smite people? Or maybe re-introduce dinosaurs?” Below, the tortured celebrities sobbed on, paying no attention to the two figures and a vacuum, slowly vanishing into the limitless white above.
“ Yes Jonas, to truly reach Elsewhere, you must embrace what took the rest there” she gulped.
"Very well, then." says the demon king, and decides to teleport them out of the elevator in which they have been confined in for such a long period of
Still gasping, she rummaged through the bag – feeling, smelling and glaring at the contents as she sorted through the endless bags of waste wishing for something edible. One by one, she drew another object or item from the bags and placed them to the side. The steady pace gradually increasing to a frantic search. Rubbish was soon flying everywhere as she raided the contents. She could feel the plastic bowls, cutlery and cups slowly mounting to her side, whilst the mere slump of shrivelled compost lay dismally on her right. Her face screwed up in frustration. I have to keep searching, I’ll find something, she encouraged herself. She yearned for satisfaction. She yearned for the taste of something other than dirt and river
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
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Jocelyn was driving through a wooded section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the downpour.
Max went to the bank the next day for a job interview. “Hi, my name is Max Kelly, and I am here for a job interview because I saw you had an opening,.” said Max.
“Wait…don’t dismiss what I am going to tell you next, hear me out.” Intrigued, I decided to wait just a little longer and give him a chance to correct himself.
-Pulling into the parking lot I gave the place a once or twice over, checked out the surroundings. It appeared to be a motel with a diner around the side, I’d park toward the outskirts of the parameter so that I could keep the vehicle concealed. Stepping out I’d take another quick look around, there wasn’t anything that seemed out of the ordinary so I retrieved my lighter and lit the cigarette that was hanging loosely from my lips. The embers would glow a cherry neon red in the darkness, exhaling the smoke I pulled the hood of my jacket up over my head and began to move. Every movement was graceful, but every step had purpose behind it. Entering the main office I’d find an old man waiting behind the desk, he was completely uncaring of my presence, caught up in his encore western channel film festival I would speak out, my voice hard edged yet smooth all at the same time. [color=400000]” Give me a room old man…...
Gravity returned, but it pulled me upwards. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. Take care of Betty for me.” Tears poured out of my eyes, as I smiled with regret. White light blinded me as my spirit frayed and faded away.
"Ok, now let's see what you can do with this pistol alright" I gave her five shells to load and told her, "always leave the hammer on an empty chamber for your safety" I stood behind her and watched as she took aim not expecting her to hit any of the targets. Boy was I wrong, with every shot a target flew through the air with a hole dead center. After she unloaded the pistol she motioned for me to give her more ammo. I gave her five more shells, she loaded the gun, aimed and fired with the same results. After this round was over I motioned for her to sit down a minute. Brenda was smiling and said, "how did I do" "You were great and where did you learn to shoot that way" I use to target pratice, remember I told you that" "yes I remember, but did not expect you to be so good" "Big things come in small packages she laughed. I laughed with her and said, "let's see how you do with a rifle now" I walked out about two-hundred feet and set up four targets for her and said, "all your's" Brenda steadied herself and aimed, missed the first one, raised the rifle again, and took a shot. The target went flying through the air flipping over and over. "Not bad, now and let's see if you can keep it going" I told her. She hit the other two and raised the rifle again, and I stopped her and said, "what are you shooting at" "The one I missed of course" The other target she hit knocked the down she missed so I let her have her way. She cocked the rifle, brought it up to aim and fired. Sure enough that target went down. "You are amazing and is there anything else I do not know about you smiling" "Oh there is a lot but that would take the mystery of of it wouldn't it", grinning. "I suppose and we have plenty of time to find out those things my dear" As we walked back to the cabin we held hands like two lovers that were sneaking around behind their parents back. The rest of the day we just sat on the porch and made small talk with one another. Every-now-and-then she would look at me and smile. Brenda started humming a little tune and I watched her rocking back and forth keeping time to it.