Slowly the figure lifted an arm. Blood glistened on the shiny silver blade.< br/>< br/>...< br/>< br/>Just a girl walking alone on a cold night in New York City. What could go wrong?<br/>...<b...
This is a quick story which I typed around midnight. I just started writing without a clue of where the story was going and never stopped to change anything.
Preface: "I was happy not to be in the competition honestly. My peers stalking me and something like 35 percent of the proceeds going back to a student government everyone knew -but no one admitted- w...
I shouldn't peek.
I know this little indulgence of mine can't last.
But, when we go to sleep,
I still wait for your muscles to relax,
So I can reach over and pull out that device
with secrets you ...
Former desert bandit Yamcha always had potential as a fighter and martial artist. Unfortunately he came to always receive the short end of the stick. Was it mere rotten luck that got in Yamcha's way...