Creative Writing: Chippendales

But I only give ya ten minutes. Anymore and I calls the cops. Take the first turnstile, on your right” He pointed to the turnstiles that lead up into the platforms.

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

“Girl, I've been doing good ! Long time no see, what are you doing in this neighborhood”

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

“Nah, you know, Josh, I’m not all that into just staying here.” She gave the impression that she wanted to go.

He threw the truck in park, hopped out, scooped her up like she was as light as a feather and places her in the truck

I felt bad for these people. They were frightened and in desperate need of nutritious food. Pellagra is a condition found mainly in third world countries where people depend mostly on a corn-based diet. We had food that could help these unfortunate folks, but it was out in the vehicles.

The sidewalk is fracture, and seems to shake whenever the chilling breeze would pass by. A tall women with long, curly amber hair that is tied up in a bun at t back of her head in a desperate attempt to hide the blatant bald spot as she paces through the cobbles. Her eyes is a dark grey cloudy colour of green. There is a couple of houses that borders the street, the ones that did were torn apart or abandoned, with sprayed cans litter around them. Dim street lights floods along the road, some bent others broken, or maybe few old and rusty. Although plentiful, the glow these lights gave off ghoulish glow, flickering. Her hands dug into her coat pocket for a minute before dragging out a cigarette and lighter she lit it and took a long drag. She

Friday, October 13th, there was a carnival coming to Clydeville. Clydeville was a very small town, everybody knew everybody. At the Clydeville high school everyone usually kept to themselves. Leo and Carly were the main couple of the school. They planned on going to the carnival that night because they wanted to go out that night. They thought something terrible was going to happen. They thought right.

As the car moved forward, Cassandra looked through the back window at Carrie. She seemed so small and vulnerable standing next to the huge man. Worry tugged at her gut.

Fancies spun from rainbows, strung with beads of light, read Penny. Dreams of wondrous characters with chivalrous quests to take. These are what form inside my head upon a summer’s night. Love lost and found again, great adventures to make. “I like it,” she murmured. “It’s not mine, but I like

It warmed his spark to see the shorter mech smiling. Bumblebee had been smiling less and less as of late. It was starting to worry him. With Optimus gone, Smokescreen could understand how hard it was for Bumblebee, for all of them, but he couldn’t bear to stand by watching his friend run himself down to the bare wires.

"It's ok" She said, thinking that it was probably going to be a fast trip because It wasn't too far by car. She started driving, thinking about the best route to arrive as fast as they could to his place. She was well aware of the fact that this was the first time they were together without one of them being order to do so by the captain. It was weird, for sure. An uncomfortable silence filled the car and to

“I just couldn’t wait to see you guys!” says Dawn with a sly smile plastered onto her face. Then she got into the car and sat in the middle so that Brynn and I couldn’t sit next to each other.

“It’ll be fine. He’s like a dad to everyone who works for him,” Joanne reassured John. “Now, how about we get you in the car?”