Squeaky Monologue

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

I mind as well stay in this damn jail for the rest of my days. Things just aren’t the same anymore. So what if I lost my temper and was about to go ape shit on the rest of my crew? All’s I wanted to was get back at sonic and those damn freedom fighters and now here I am, barely feeling like myself let alone an anti-sonic in jail without any of my other team mates.

This is going to be a long day for me if my boss finds out i’m late.

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

She like to fuck me, suck me, suck then fuck me I'm the ice cream man, she chunky monkey She like to fuck me, suck me, suck then fuck me I'm the ice cream man, she chunky monkey She like to twirly swirly, in my vanilla coupe

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

Amelia's right foot always took the first step, followed by her left. Trees towering over her, a cold breeze blowing through the tree foliage, a gloomy fog sounding her. A defining screech is heard through the relatively soundless forest, Amelia catches a glimpse of bird with feathers black as the darkest night. It glides for branch to branch gradually getting closer. Until it goes in for the final swoop, when it is but a few mere metres away from Amelia, her eyes jolt open and the homily atmosphere of her bedroom fills her senses. It was just a dream, like every night, alas Amelia still couldn't figure out what it meant, but it had to mean something, right?

Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!

I am Chris and I am a 19 years old, an avid fisherman, and I almost exclusively use riot baits for every situation I am in. The fuzzy beaver is the best trailer for a jig that I have ever used and it is great for fishing docks on a shaky head hook or even weightless. The streaker absolutely slays fish when swimming it through weed beds or through cover. The riot stick has better action than a senko and the durability is incomparable. I don't understand why anyone would use anything other than riot baits. I live in northwest New Jersey and fish lakes and reservoirs every second of my free time in my kayak. I run into dozens of fishermen daily and always talk up your bait. I have even gotten a local bait shop to look into carrying the

This is similar to mine, but without the part that prevents you from being able to change back. It's a simple seal you can undo on your own.

“ Weasel where are you!’’ I (Angel) yelled coming home from school. A few weeks ago, Weasel had taken a picture of me taking a shower and after a long battle, he had given me it back, the picture of me that he was going to use to blackmail me! But I wondered why he had the heart to give it back? But life went on and it was pretty great until Weasel saw his next soon to be girlfriend.

I will myself to look up, only to see the most horrifying sight in my life.