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And in news around the country, another explosion has occurred outside the mayor’s office today leaving at least 2 dead, and 10 injured.   The police and paramedics, and Charlotte Swat team are both at the scene, clearing the area, and helping the wounded.  Our news van is on the way to the scene As soon as we have more information, we’ll pass it along to you. “This is fucked up,” I said to myself, sitting at the breakfast table. “Larissa, why are you staring a hole into the TV? My mom asked with that motherly concern. “Oh,” I said, startled. I didn’t even hear her walk into the room. &ldqu

 “So this is how you treat royalty?  I came here to save your Lives, and you put me in this cell?”  I was beyond pissed. “Ma’am, I’m sure you mean well, but we want make sure you are safe, and taken care of.  We don’t want you to get hurt.”  There was clear sarcasm in this guard’s voice.   “Do you not know who I am?  I am Thane of all of the holds in Skyrim! I demand to be treated with respect!” I could feel my face getting nearly as red as my shoulder length hair.  Another guard walked into the room, and looked at Guard Number One inquisitively. “Meth, probably,” Guar

Hey, it's me again, you know; That person you ignored in class And when you ran into her at that restaurant that you eat at You picked on Yeah remember me now? No? That's a shame, Cause what I'm about to do, You will never forget. Oh, 'What's that' you say? Oh this thing? It's my new toy. My friend, you know, The other girl you bullied And used And abused And drugged And raped Yeah her She didn't like you either And we are going to take care of the situation. No. NO! Don't try to talk your way out of this one. It won't work. And no. No one can here you scream. This one is for math class. And this one is for the ma

And in other news: The president has just passed into law a bill that, effective immediately, requires all persons skilled in the art of magic to be registered; so that the local authorities can monitor its use.  It also requires any such persons to be wearing an easily identifiable bracelet or collar, to separate them from the general public.  We will have more on this story when we continue on your local news. "This is fucked up," I said.  "This is complete bullshit." I didn't believe that just because someone has been blessed with gifts (or a curse, depending on how you look at it) the government should be able to use us for their own

"Are you sure it's alright for me to leave him with you?"  Brittinie was sitting on the bed next to lucky, who was still knocked out. "It's fine.  I promise."  I grabbed my bag, got out a tank top, a clean pair of shorts and underwear, and said goodbye to Brittinie, who was headed to the hospital to help with the injured.  I thought about the day that she helped me get out of the hospital and I wondered what would happen when she had to talk to her supervisor. "Oh, I told him you threatened to kill him if I tried to stop you from leaving."  She smiled and continued with "He's scared.  I'm pretty sure he quit and is in hiding." With that, s

Pitch black smoke filled the air; the cloudless sky in the middle of the morning rush hour was as dark as midnight. The street lights on either side of the road came on, but provided little in the way of relief from the darkness.  Visibility through the smoke was no more than three feet in any direction in the deepest parts. I made my way across the street very slowly.  There were dead and dying everywhere.  As much as it pained me to do, I didn't stop and help any of the people in the street.  Brittinie would help whoever she could, but I needed to catch the fucker that did this before he could kill again.  Just then, a gun went off somewhe

She wanted to forget.  Forget about the exam she just failed.  Forget about her loser boyfriend who was blowing her hard-earned money on strippers and booze, because he didn't have a job.  Forget about the people that worked under her at her retail job not listening, having to tell them repeatedly how to do even the most facile tasks.   She didn't want to have any power for a day, an hour, a minute. She wanted a release. She went out and found one. She didn't remember his name, because she didn't ask, but it was Marcus, the captain of the weightlifting team.  She walked up to him.  He was standing outside, leaning against his car, textin

"Everyone's dead.  How the fuck could that happen?  That should have been me.  I should be dead with them." Stacey Williams, a twenty-year-old Army Ranger was stationed at Camp Dreamland in Iraq, just outside of Baghdad, when she was sent on a mission with her unit to find Mohammed Al-Faroq, a High priority target as one of the main leaders of al-Quada.  They were to bring him in, preferably alive. Stacey and her unit were sent out at daybreak to avoid being exposed to the desert heat for a long period of time, even though it was already eighty-five degrees outside.  They piled into the Humv

    There's nobody left.  Everyone in town picked up and left.  The one's that didn't are… well. Maybe I should start from the beginning.  The beginning wasn't that long ago. Maybe a week or so ago.  It was a sunny day in the dead of winter.  January 12, 2011.  Everything was going on like usual.  People were out jogging, cars driving by, kids going to school. I was enjoying a rare day off from work from both of my jobs.  After 15 days straight of working, just to pay the bills, I was exhausted.  While I was doing some laundry, an ad came over on my Pandora station, asking for people that wanted to make up to 2000 per test.  This compa