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Coming face to face with the devil - part 8

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Suddenly he threw himself forward and down, he landed on the floor in an angle denying Reavy a clear line of fire, at least if she continued to move in the same direction.
He fired at the car’s headlights, taking them both out with five rounds.
He started rolling back into cover behind the wall. A bullet pocked the floor where his head had been a split second earlier.

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Azazel's mental journal 2

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             Azazel looks around the tent he had taken shelter in. He proceeds to caredully walk around the tent, he finds a pair of blood soaked sweatpants under the bed. He picks them up with both hands, and slides them on, one leg after the other. His gaze would be fixed on the door as he carefully allows his knives to slide back into his main palm area. Suddenly Azazel would be kicked in the back, he falls to the ground infront of him, lying face down. Azazel turns his head to look back to his right. He sees the man who was unconscious approaching his body.

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Azazel's mental journal

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(Just gonna work on this story a bit, whenever I'm sitting around. Others are allowed to participate, but please message me what you'd like to post, or your characters role to be before you post it.)

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The choices you make

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“Gimme that gun.” Jeff said, swapping his shotgun for the gun. He stepped behind the woman, holding the gun with easy familiarity. Clearly, he was used to handling a gun. It seemed like an extension of his own body.

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The bad side of man

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(Do not read this if you find it unpleasent.)

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The Devil's Own

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She felt one hand clamp over her mouth. At the same time the person wrenched her right arm by her wrist, yanking it up her back as she was dragged away from the fire, away from the mercenaries.

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Arizona (Post-Fall) Part 3. Reluctant Return

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In the beginning, of the end, my father gave all he had: contributing heavily to Brenhauer Investments, eventually giving all he had, including the lucrative ranch that he had spent his whole life building, to save his only child, his only disappointment...his daughter.

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Blossoming Friendship

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Journal of a CHOTA Queen- The Warlords part 1 - Kyotan

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We do what we must, excuses are nothing more then cop outs for the spineless that struggles to keep the illusion of strength.

So....I am yet again in the Enforcer dog and Tech sheep infested cesspit that is Flagstaff.  My loathing for this town is unchanged but still it is a place of gathering and I've more of our stories to write.

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Diary of a beta clone titled: "Brandy"

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// I apologize if the story of Mia is not going where you think it should be going. Also, don't read if you find it unpleasant. //


His name is Brandy.

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The courage of the Franklin Riders.

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She started walking up the rough concrete steps leading out of the bunker. Thinking back on the conversation she just had with Graham.

 

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Vanilla Steel -Sun and Rain

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  She watched the freakish thunderstorm rage above the canyon surrounded by the pastel colors of dawn.

Rain streaming across her soaked skin, keeping secret the tears that fell.

Washing away the stain of sin, purifying body but not the soul.. after all clones don't have one do they?

 

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... from Clarrissa

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 I moved from one place to another to me and turning turning i realized that i kept looking The only place that inside i did not.
The only place where i felt at home where i was.
It was when i lived you, was inside of you.

Maximum bisotti                            

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Vanilla Steel - Open for Business... soon

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The ring of heels clicking on concrete echoed through the Kennel, the rhythm leisurely as usual and behind it the muffled but heavier step of a man following but keeping a distance.

The underground bunker was lined with cages on both sides, a centered hallway ended at the heavy door of the training room.  A grated catwalk lined the walls above the cages beneath narrow slits that were more of a cruel tease then actual windows.

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wakie me noth

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"  NOTHEREDAVE. gOD GOOD! . WAKIE.......MAKE ME"..  Clarissa THRU TELEPATHY . implores nOTH. " WHO I?  Dave  REPLIES' , [in thoughts ] to Clarrissa[ THE one?] thus CONTINUES HIS [BUZZ{   {OC  " about fucking time"cLARISSA AGAIN CONTINUES THE OM OF HERS " rather be Veronica/ VERTICAL"Dave" thinks back.  nOTH "shes fast asleep ....om continues ....  wakkie Up  om me ! Yeah ur Staff!mmmmmmm Mr Mojo rising". WAKIE " WHO? meeeee ",  dAVE replies.    Clarrissa, continues ...   "  Ur  NUMB...  not vertical like u should be" ! ....

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The devil at your heels - Last part

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He stands with his legs apart, his brown eyes ablaze. Below his neatly combed black hair, on his forehead, small beads of sweat dances against the overhead spotlight. He is staring into her icy blue eyes, a smile carved on both of their lips, but not so much that it disrupted the pouty curl of his upper lip.
His arm fully extended, and in his hand, he is holding hers.
And suddenly, as the music blasts off in the next section of rhythm, he pulls her close.

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The devil at your heels - Part 6

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((Violent and explicit material))


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light into MANTRA ...........

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3:06 PM 12/3/2014 "That is not dead wich[wITCH} can eternal lie..." [H.P.Lovecraft Out riding a comets tail   two light years Out riding a comets tail years YES oh yeah , so u wrote years years IN . ,yes; to get to some stars   OUT there,but not near HERE  /in  in on a  journey  two... so far from the other...    indeath Ideath  on a  light/ journey witch Which Nubilles? NOTHs might notheres night  SO UR Nearly  where ? two light years years  ... so far from the other...  IN?  SO U WROTE.

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the blood.Also so....

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6:53 AM 11/21/2014 after latter noth has a dream. input interface  to screen scene in {IC}out of {ic}character roles r reversal  mybe Lady, it had been fore told, an omen like a crow a raven on a swing unocupied but swinging in the wind like asleep._before.PERIOD  part of the flood. Cominggoin took times......  so he dreamnt . In the other place he was dead. Imagine lightning flashflash/ snip snip- cut the bud ,arange the shoots.  In a circle in a crystal vase. Switch off the illuminations _walk upstairs experience the flashflash drive the echo like in a chamber.

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Abraxas

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why u die like that CAN TELL something oF PSEUDO!...PEOPLE ARE LIKE SHADOWS HERE U WALK THRU / so beautifull detour/naysayer AN  why u die like that !again and again / lOg IN agAIN and aGaIn... ohNoGOD 89 OM now u got me yawning,oming too u Noth?S......ur psuedo Samurai self inflicted rituals  not pretty.noth u go away from me. Not pretty why? AND why u so black! dave WHY WHY DAVE? MY MY mine....   noth! oh go away **** noth uR **** Again_always...

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tO DIE NOT to be DEAD EVER

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6:10 PM 8/19/2014 / time/OC. authorsOther place  note/ what follows flood flash of oms signifiers code hodgepodge mishmash transcribed event noths brink of near death passing just on  a verge..........of  what i havent of clue some may call it near death other hogwash  got to spit it out there LIKE blood spit_like when ur near death and out of bloos almost _writng.. but not quite before the Quiet .pERIOD.  Regurgitate the ole for new. Near the dead into the newzONE CAN THEREBE? Close to the clone.

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Pre hallow pretty ...........

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ur dead om.... now  spoons  shoved in there     ....  whod of thunk it that WAydave ur dead !om now!  dave naughty noth dies served on a platter ? Now our noth its ur guilt . Ur remorse ur sadness in the shithouse in the fucktown  noINOTH  IS its ours guilt spiced up?  served  serve on a platter ? Today dave u shouldnt of ...........mmmmm  uR S,no its NOT our guilt.  OUR COLLECTIVE, takes u in Noth..  Today dave ur dead om now  Latter thAT evening eaten sO whod of thunk it _so feast on noth...........

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Little Girl Lost- Exit through the gift shop 5

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Canni awoke in the pod where it all began except there was no graham and she wasn't feeling very good.  The syringe she used last time was empty and the girl didn't realize it held back the effects of the poison she had been given.  It was attributed to cloning sickness which was very rare for her unless she had many deaths in a short span of time.

A Message

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     Lifenet Facilities, a wonder of technology and the place in which mankind mocks the natural order of the world. Once they were bright and new. LED lights shone bright amongst the walls and ceilings. Floor and wall panels of pristine white material flanked all who entered. It's hard to imagine now, with how the mostly dilapidated facilities look, that there were even new once. That amazing technology born of the brilliance of man has mostly decayed, frayed, rusted, and shutdown.

Stitches

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     Questions, we all have them. They are a powerful motivator to see any task or venture through to its completion. It's a monumental driving force in the search for answers that can keep us awake at night long beyond exhaustion in an attempt to seek its conclusion. From the most well off of individuals to the lowest, questions are abound. Wether they be about people, places, general thoughts, or about the day to day operation of things...these questions have answers. Dr. Dorado however did not like the answer he was given.

Child of the wolf

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Cold rain came down through the canopy above, softly pattering on Markus' skin as he stood motionless. The thunder almost covered up the screams, but the staccato of an automatic rifle was almost unmistakable. Markus quietly approached, following the shouts and cries that desperately called out for help. He slowly circled the small camp, the air filled with the scent of blood, sweat and the over powering aroma of gun powder. Markus quietly watched as the group continued on their sickening fun.

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Wanted

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* This poster could be seen in most towns and post offices around the S1, S2 and S3 *

New Flagstaff, today

Purple bruises, blue blood

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The house creaked as the gentle breeze passed through the ramshackled house, almost able to chill to the bone. Coyotes barked and played around just outside, their yips and snarls filling the midnight sky. It was almost peaceful, almost.

 

 

Crimson spattered all around, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. The baseball bat whistled through the air and made a loud crack as it made contact with his knee. Muffled screams and grunts echoed in the attic of the old wooden house, followed by laughs from the other man. 

 

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Devil is she Red ? Yes

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Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.”
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--Aldous Huxley - Brave New World
if used properly yes ,  noth noth noth not not not here here here u hear the echo dave ?no here dave  ur thoughts ur words ringing properly ur a charmer if used properly music to their ears ur lovers  dave dave i i i good thing god thing an om thing ur lookingng into ur sun all 2 of em

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