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K and E: First MonthAn explosion erupted from the hallway and into my room as my door was forcibly opened with incomprehensible prejudice.
"Eeeeeddy! Time to wake up!"
I groaned in anguish and sat up. Both my Mom and Kenny were standing at the foot of my bed with cheshire cat grins plastered on their faces.
Not this again. All week! Why! I just want to sleep... I fell back against my bed and covered my face with one of my pillows.
"Come on, Eddy-kun! Up!" Kenny said this as he walked around my bed while my Mom tore my blanket off. Kenny then proceeded to open the curtains of the nearby window, allowing the insidious rays of light to invade my room and thoroughly vanquish any possibility of my prolonging sleep.
I sighed and removed the pillow from my face. "Alright, I'm up." I sat up and got out of bed. Through a yawn I said, "Get out so I can get dressed."
They both high fived as they left me to my wardrobe. I grabbed a pair of jeans and my favorite Meat Loaf t-shirt. I eyed the d
Late Work with Angels"And now they're dating." A girl behind me groaned.
Just scrubbing away...
"Oh, good for them!" A more cheery sounding girl said.
"What do you mean, good for them?" The grumpy girl said.
My cuffs are getting wet.
"Well, they make a cute couple is all." The nicer girl explained.
"What is that supposed to mean?" The irritated girl asked.
Damn Chinese restaurant. The customers don't even see me, so why do I have to wear this... Weird... Chinese... Button up suit-thing?
"I'm just saying..." The kind girl trailed off.
"Saying what?" The angry girl demanded.
"He's a nice guy." The polite girl replied.
Another plate cleaned. I added it to the to 'dry pile.'
"Demons are not 'nice guys.'" The gruff girl shot back.
"They could be... Well, just look at Chucky!" The nice girl exclaimed.
The pans are always the hardest to clean. Probably because I only see them once a week.
"How do you know he isn't a rapist?" The other girl replied without missing a beat.
The kind-hearted girl gasped. "How could y
The CUaUCThe two stood side-by-side. One a sorcerer, armed with a crossbow and wearing naught but simple clothing. The other a monk, possessing not even a weapon, save for his deadly fists. They stood together in s pit.
It was wide and spacious, cleared out by human hands. Above them, crowds of people cheer and roar.
The two stood strong against the crippling weariness. They have been fighting for hours.
Only one enemy remained. The smaller of the two readied his crossbow while his comrade distracted the monster.
The shot was so perfect, the beast's eyes were skewered to the wall behind.
The crowd roared. The two pumped their fists and high-fived.
Their victory was short-lived. The southern gates groaned as they rose.
The two stood patiently as more of the short lizardmen marched into the coliseum.
The sorcerer counted seven. The monk clenched his fists.
The crowd went crazy. Men, women, and monsters all screamed their anticipation of the impending bloodbath.
The sorcerer loaded his crossbow wi
K and E: First Week"Eddy-kun!" Kenny called as he knocked on my door.
I sat up in my bed and glanced at my digital alarm clock. 6:40 something. I lied back down and covered my head with the sheets. "Five more minutes."
Kenny opened my door and (probably) marched in with a huge grin on his face. "Wake upuh! Eddy-kun!" Then he started to shake me. [Eddy-kun, we're going to be late!]
I sat up, trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. "Good. I go get breakfast." Kenny tromped out of my room with unnatural vigor. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
I stood up and looked through my closet for clothes. "Kenny-chan..." I called as I grabbed a pair of jeans.
Kenny popped in a moment later, just as I buttoned my fly. [You called?] He chimed.
I nodded. [It's about your English...] I closed my door to see Kenny waiting for my input. He's not wearing his school uniform today; instead he's wearing a brightly colored shirt and jeans. I shoved my hands into my pockets and explained as I leaned against the doorframe. [Ah..
ColletteThere are... Well there was going to be nine. But for now there is eight.
They all bear the same name: Collette.
None of them are bound by law.
None of them are perfect.
None of them are natural.
They are the clones.
They are the eight reasons James Collette is renowned as a prodigy.
The first was created, just because James wanted to know if he could.
This was the only one who could not live long enough to meet his brethren...
The Thief was born just so James could have a stable subject to gather research from.
He is known throughout the land as a man who... Is skilled in the art of women.
The Phoenix was devised to see if James could create a clone who could adapt to blindness.
He is known for his kind demeanor, and his friendly attitude toward all he meets.
The Mage was fashioned from James' self so he could see if he could create a being that could defy age.
The little one is notorious for being shy around all people, a trait which as earned him favor amongst many women.
K and E: First DayI took my seat unnoticed. Well, Dexter probably noticed, but he really doesn't count.
After the homeroom teacher took attendance, I tried to catch the last train to sandman land before the school day started.
"Did you check that new show?"
"Oh. My God. Yes."
"I know! Right?"
I felt something rubbing against my shoulder a couple of minutes into my nap.
I groaned and sat upright. I found Kenny sitting in the seat right in front of me, holding a folder against his chest. He was faintly smiling. I guess that's just his default face, though.
[You're awake!] He exclaimed with a broader smile.
I wiped the drool from my chin. [Yeah, I guess I am.] I yawned into my fist. [What's up Kenny-chan, you need something?]
[Actually...] Kenny trailed off as he peeled the folder away from his chest. He looked at it briefly before handing it to me. [I came all the way here to return this. You dropped it.]
I thanked Kenny and accepted the folder. I rummaged thro
InspirationThis is the tale of how I became a writer... More or less.
I once saw a group of draftsmen creating pictures. I had always wondered just how draftsmen went about producing such beautiful art so easily, so I decided to watch their process.
The man on the left reached to his side and drew what appeared to be a raygun. I gaped for a second as he examined it and tweaked it for a few seconds before taking aim at the bull's eye six meters away. He stood there, and briefly nodded to the two women to his right.
The woman in the middle produced a set of knives. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This girl, who looked more like a free spirited college student, was standing poised like some kind of ninja, with knives in her hand, and a fierce look in her eyes as she sized up her own bull's eye.
Finally, the last girl, who seemed to be on the young side, I'd say about my age (at the time, 12)nodded to no one in particular and removed her hands from her hips. I vaguely realized that the e
K and E: First HourMy name is Edward McCarthy. Also known as Eddy.
I am a delinquent known for breaking faces and stealing girls. It is the general consensus that the Chief of Police and I are on a first name basis. I have more felonies on my record than Satan himself could muster. One time I was challenged by an entire gang of 100 thugs and came out unscathed. My name is well-known throughout New York, Las Vegas, and Hollywood, and for good reason, too. I can also bench press 225 pounds. With one hand.
No. No no no. Almost all of that is a lie.
My name is Edward McCarthy. Also known as Eddy.
I'm just an average guy. I'm built like a tank; slightly tall, but very muscular. I have curly brown hair, which I keep shaved short. I, like most of the Irishmen in my family, am fair skinned, with no freckles. I have been told that I am handsome by love letter and adventurous girl alike.
I can't tell. Maybe it's because everyone is getting to me, but whenever I look in the mirror, I still see a badass. Complete wi
Monitoring"How is he?"
The scientist looked away from the window over looking the spacious yet barren battleground. To his left, he found a tall, pale skinned man who wore a long black cloak over his exceedingly slim frame. He turned back to the window, and watched the young man below fight through hordes of manufactured 'heartless' as the boys back in the Heart Facility called them. "...He's doing fine, sir." The scientist replied with just a hint of distance in his voice.
The older gentleman asked, "Something wrong?"
The scientist sighed in defeat. "Well, yes, sir." He motioned to the boy below with his clipboard, and spoke with a pleading tone. "Just look at him."
The man looked out the window down at the boy. He was just in the middle of tearing the snake hair off of a colossal shadow man. When that proved fruitless, he jumped off of the man, with meter's worth of hair in hand, and proceeded to pull the giant to it's knees.
The man turned back to the scientist, who was still watching him wit
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