Clifford Roberts “Thank you. As hard I’ve worked, I doubt there are many young ladies around to hoodwink me. I can see one now, saying to me, “Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable? Even if one would rub my nose in her pussy, I doubt I’ll take the bait. I got my mind too focused right now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still as much a man as I was an hour ago, just a lot wiser.” Chester said, “I’ve got to be honest with you. If I had a son, I would like him to be like you.” Sherlock smiled. He liked Chester, despite his backstabbing erratic ego. And with the stars scintillating in the sky, he left Chester’s office and then stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken and two meals for Raven and him.
As she gets on that plane she knows it’s going to be a long trip from home.
“What do you think of it, Mr. Jennison?” An about fifty-year-old neighbor, Mr. Lawrence, spoke to me as he looked around the suddenly empty storage room.
Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.
I watched helplessly as Dean Moxley, the infamous Kronosville Killer, shoots him in the head. “Oopsies!” he yells. Enraged, I grab my gun off the floor and shoot him. He grabs his leg as he falls down. I rush over to the body and call for backup. It’s finally over. But at a great cost.
Killing must feel good to god too… he does it all the time. Without hesitation, without a scratch of a though against his head he lets it happen and he lets the action run its course again and again and again.
Greenville. Even the name sounds innocent. Or at least innocent enough to fool people. But look a bit closer, everything isn't as it seems. And if you look close enough you can see the demons hiding in the shadows.
I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.
“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here’s wh-” “We’ve been stuck on this island for how long?! And you’re still singing those stupid songs?” There she goes again, always yelling at me for singing my songs. That’s Kaylin. I know she means well, in her defense we have been stuck here for 288 days and not being able to listen to new music can really make a girl upset. Anyways, i stick my tongue out at her and we laugh. “Why are you guys just sitting there? We’ve got drinks to carry!” There goes emily again, She’s always the one telling us what to do. In a loving way of course, i mean we probably wouldn’t have survived this long without her keeping us calm, cool, and collected. Me and Kaylin go to help Emily carry the coconuts
Earlier yesterday I received a message from a beautiful 22 year-old girl who also has Treacher Collins Syndrome - a craniofacial disorder. She writes me and says: "Hi Cynthia, I hope you are doing well; I would like to know if you think that men really pay attention to the details of a girl's history of intimate partners; I guess that I am really asking if you think a man would mind that I have never been in relationship?"
Ralph never should have been made chief. He does not let anyone have fun. All he does is boss us around. Thank god I left his tribe. Now I have my hunters who obey my every command. Now I have the respect I deserve. I am built to be a chief. I am strong, confident, assertive, and I don’t let feelings get in the way. And Ralph thinks he can come to my side of the island? No way. I am in charge here and he needs to leave. How dare he call me a thief in front of my hunters? Who cares if Piggy needs his specs. That fatty does nothing all day so there is no use for his glasses. That so called “chief” can’t even fight well. Ralph deserves a good beating for constantly going up against me. He thinks he is better than me just because of that stupid
The man smiled at me. “Fine, then. We won’t change your image; we’ll just enhance it. I need to polish you up a bit, but your aversion to all things fake might just be your greatest asset here. Hold on to that, honey.” He patted me on the back and walked away, sending a group of women swarming my way.”
Epilogue The time has come. The last day of school has arrived. 4 years of uncertainty and uneasiness.
I thought one of the saddest things i had ever heard was when Coleman told me he doesn’t know if he feels anything but I think it maybe sadder that I’m losing faith in everything. It may not actually be any sadder but it is definitely hitting me harder than that did. I am so lonely in this world and I desperately need someone in my life that can help me change that. Since I realized how officially done he and I were I’ve gotten super drunk four times and cried like a baby each time worse than the one before. I don’t even remember the last one and that’s not me. I hate not remembering and so fully embarrassing myself along side that I’ve pissed Dawn off and no one else even likes me well excuse me plenty of guys like me but you know what they
I gaze up at the golden moon. It is rare to see a night like this. Perhaps I should continue moving. It would be foolish for me to stop here.
“Thanks daddy,” Kayla expressed as she walked out of my office. Once I caught my breath, I relaxed in my chair. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be so weak. I told myself from day one I wasn’t going to fuck with her, but she be looking fine as hell, with those low cut shirts and short ass skirts she be wearing.