Lila lay on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking over the events of the evening. The more she recalled, the more she was mortified for acting like a love sick, slobbering idiot in front of not only the most beautiful man she’d ever met, but he was her best friends cousin of all things! Lila groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She tried to console herself by thinking she would never see him again. She could avoid him by simply not going back there. It wouldn’t be too difficult to do. She would never have the guts to venture to a club like that on her own. This is exactly the reason that Rachael had taken her there. Lila was trying to convince herself he was charming to all the ladies. He worked at a night club. Of course he would
He approached the door and looked inside. A single dim light illuminated a long passageway.
Adrienne smiled at him. “I understand, sometimes we have to follow our gut instinct.” Moving to find a more comfortable position in the armchair, he cleared his throat before taking a long sip of the coffee. “She didn’t have the typical look of a junkie or a street person.”
In her room, Louise sinks into a comfortable chair and looks out her window. Immediately the image of relaxation seems to strike oddly. Reading this story should
The Saloon was in very mean condition. The floor had become faded from foot traffic, and long scratches and scrapes from past boots and shoes covered it in various spots. The walls, if they could even be called that, had large holes from previous scuffles and rounds. Not one window
Faeces. Pure liquid faeces reeked with a stench so powerful it made Henry gasp. Limp and non-responsive, Smitty's head rested in Buzz's lap. With a touch so tender Henry wanted to avert his eyes, Buzz stroked Smitty's thick greying brown hair away from his face. Sweat had hardened sections into messy knots that clung to his head like toffee. Smitty's chest rose and fell as though he was asleep, which he may well be, but still Henry tried not to disturb him as he attempted to make himself a little more comfortable on the scratchy rock floor beside him.
The day I was made was nice and sunny, probably. I wouldn’t know because the time I was in the world there was chaos. I originated in the oven of a nice house. There was a black circular object that I think was supposed to be a pizza. There wasn’t a good view of the house from the oven, so I decided to move to the rest of the kitchen. The feeling of this world was remarkable but overwhelming. I needed more. I must consume it all. I engulfed the whole kitchen, embracing the power I have over this world. This power isn’t enough though. I spread to the rest of the house, where I see a girl. She was asleep, I must not be intimidating enough. I will see her scream before the end of her lousy life. I was about to wake her, but she woke up on her
"Who are you, and why are you here?” Jack asked, thinking this guy must’ve taken a serious wrong turn to end up here.
“Oh come on, you’ll be living here. Also, what do you do for a living?” He changed the topic. He had always been into girls who made money. He wasn’t much for personality, I guess.
This is another episode of kids being devious– oblivious to the circumstances and outcome. As you probably know by now, we lived in a nice neighborhood in a nice big colonial house. Everyone’s lawns were nice and tidy as were most
Have you ever read Mr. Stink? David Walliams’s novel of masterpiece? David’s fiction figure, Chloe was really like to bullied by her school friends. They said that Chloe was a loser.
Jason: Oh man, why are you still here when you are not suppose to be here?
In a smallish windowless office a nervous intern waits anxiously. His palms are sweaty and his knee won't stop shaking, He thinks about what he assumes this... what he knows this meeting must be about and he tries to relax. He looks around, thinks about pacing the room, thinks better of it, just like he has for the last 20 minutes. He keeps checking his retro flip phone for the time, only the time function works as well as calls but the inner screen broke so he can't play any games. He thinks about if they purposely face the chair away from the door just to make him more anxious.
As he looked into what he figured was the bedroom, he saw her. He saw a beautiful woman, a raven haired beauty whose beauty made him smirk. It had been a few weeks since had had last had a woman, and well this was too good, steal her money and have his way with her. It was ideal and perfect for his plans for the night. He looked in as he saw the woman undressing for some reason, damn she was a fine thing, worthy of fucking. He reached down and pulled out his hood that would hide his face as he put it on he looked back in and didn't see her again. He blinked wondering where she had gone till he saw a open door and then the sound of the water running, the woman was taking a shower of course, that was why she had been
Cat feces is categorized as a teratogen because it is directly linked to an infection called Toxoplasma gondii, or toxoplasmosis. Toxoplasmosis is caused by a parasite that replicates in the host’s intestines and then shed into the feces. Felines, including domesticated cats, are hosts for toxoplasmosis (Many & Koren, 2006). While most mammals and birds are also hosts for toxoplasma gondii, felines are the only animals that pass the infection through their feces (Elmore et al., 2010). Thus, while humans can become infected with toxoplasmosis in numerous ways, one potential method is through the ingestion of cat feces. Regarding pregnancy, this infection can have devastating effects on a fetus, particularly in the early stages of pregnancy (Dunn et al., 1999).