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a high powered alarm clock rang. 'shit, that's my signal,' thought flash medallion, a high powered businessman, who then sprang up out of his bed to begin his day. 'time for some high powered coffee,' said flash. he ran through the hallway and did a jump and a gun fired a white-hot stream of high-powered coffee at him, which he caught in a high-powered coffee cup. he held the cup near his mouth, and it automatically fired the high-powered cofee directly down his throat and into his stomach, which would knock out or possibly kill a lesser man. not flash, though. flash didn't have time to be unconscious. flash had already been wear

I got on my bike and started pedalling over to the location of the alleged manor. I guess I don't even have to mention at this point that on my way there I felt like I was being constantly watched. It was seriously creeping me out. I started running through all of the people who were likely to follow me in my head. A private investigator? I hadn't really done anything but go to school all year. An ex girlfriend? Oh, I don't even have one of those. I was trying to decide between 'invisible vampire' and 'stalker' when I finally reached the park. Looking around, it was pretty obvious which house was the manor. It was a gigantic building. Serio

Foreboding. That's the word I was looking for. Foreboding. I don't know what it was about that day, but there was a heavy sense of foreboding in the air as I got dressed. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was like in horror films, where they show a perfectly ordinary scene of a family eating dinner, but the angles are strange and the production is all shadowy and stuff. Everything just generally... boded. I jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen. I should mention that I can't really cook. It's almost like I don't need a kitchen at all. I don't know how to cook a single thing. Everything is just store-bought. Even so, I hadn't bothere

Derek was standing outside of her window, looking in on the firelit scene as she undressed. "YES!" thought Derek, "I KNEW SHE LOVED ME! SHE IS UNDRESSING JUST FOR ME!" She took no notice of Derek. She hardly even knew he existed. If she did know him, she would hate him. Most people hated Derek, on account of him being one of the most unlikeable people in the world. Suddenly, her doorbell rang. She hastily threw on a bathrobe. "OH!! MAYBE IT IS A PRESENT FOR ME," thought Derek, whose thoughts were always loud. She opened the door, where a man stood wearing a purple velvet suit. He handed her a package, and then he wasn't there anymore. "

 Derek was sitting in his car when it happened. Nothing was really going on. Traffic wasn't moving, not even in the carpool lane. Some people were even getting out of their cars and walking around. ]He'd been looking at a picture of her. It got him all worked up, he couldn't really explain it. He wanted her, now. More than anything, more than the traffic moving, more than getting to his destination. Suddenly, everything changed. The sky became dark. "Huh. I didn't know there was going to be an exlipse today," thought Derek. All the people around his car were looking up. Some of them were pointing. Derek didn't really care. Eclipses were

 Upon hearing the news of the bomb, the members of jazz-band Sein Drei... did absolutely nothing. Gaston, a scruffy and dangerous-looking rabbit and the band's saxophonist, reached behind the bar (whose frightened 'tender had joined the throng by the door) and grabbed a bottle of vodka, cracking the top off on the edge to refill his drink himself. His bandmate, Gabriel, a tall, slender cat with smooth fur and the band's keyboardist/vocalist, gracefully slid his paw over the surface of the bar to grab the bottle after Gaston was done. "I suppose," said Gabriel after a long draw on his glass, "we should go out of that door... eventually." "N