Two Hands

You, being my backup-girl will always be “A Day To Remember.” San-Tan sickly waves her hand. Disappears. We-neg turns into a decayed Apple Tree. A crackling noise of Thunder fills the room. James crosses over toward the tree, retrieves his ring and the necklace from a rotten apple. He puts the ring on his finger, and the necklace inside of his pocket. WE-NEG (V.O.) Little Protector let my fame and abundance steer you toward the high road of pleasure and success. JAMES I doubt it wizard because

it was a simple dish of course because the two were no delia smiths. british pancakes. dan had to wear a pair of sonic underwear; he borrowed them from his partner who had been the cause of his soiled calvin kleins after a late-night sofa grinding session. dans belt was as much of a failure as his law degree so throughout the entire video the briefs were clearly visible. the two managed to flip the pancakes in the air quite well, besides the final pancake dan

port, two feet to a stair, creeps downstairs backwards No attempt to move to catch a ball Can climb up onto a toy Can squat to pick up a toy Squats to play Kicks ball forward 3 feet without falling Throws tennis ball overhead 3 feet while standing

tradition that permeates within the military and dates many centuries. There are two distinct salutes used by the military today. The hand salute and the gun salute. The hand salute is a form of recognition and greeting between members in the armed services. There seems to be no true origin of the hand salute and it leads to a lot of speculation of how this gesture of trust and respect came about. Forms of the hand salute traces back to the Roman and Medieval Times. During the Roman times when

Beigely Familiar You’re walking down the sidewalk on your way home. A chilly breeze blows, and you hunch your shoulders, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. Feeling a need for spontaneity, you decide to take a different turn. After five minutes of walking you come upon a corner store. You feel an urge to go in and you don’t know why; maybe because the store looks impossible somehow, with its smudged outline and colors that are slightly less visible than the colors of the other buildings

“We’re making meat skewers tonight.” “Man, (Y/N). You’re a gal after my heart,” Gladio swooned with a content grin. “Heel, you beast.” “I don’t do well with cutting, but I can skewer,” Prompto chimed in. While the two boys busied themselves with prep work, (Y/N) grabbed the packs of beer and placed them into the freezer to chill. “What the hell happened to your fingers?” Gladio asked. “Arts and crafts is what happened.” “From making our stuff?” “Making what now

Everything was going great on our way home our two week long mission. Lucy and I were up front, talking side by side about the new addition of Sorcerer Magazine while Natsu and Gray walked behind us. They were bickering once more about something that I didn 't bother to pay any attention to. And Happy was most likely walking besides them. Happy wasn 't to happy with me at the moment, as I had stepped on his tail by accident while trying to help out Natsu take down a monster. No matter how many

see the ballroom so full after years of remaining unused.” The crowd said small words of agreement. His hand found mine and he held it up. “This woman is the reason we are having this ball today. She is the one whom I love.” Alex addressed the room with the kindness of a future king. “Welcome, all, to the first ball in ages!” Everyone cheered. “I’m sure you have all heard of the legend of the two princes in mad love with the commoner. How lucky are all of you to be alive in the time of their reincarnation

Leaning up, she looked for Xhaiden, and was relieved to see him in a stretcher just in front of her. Their backpacks were at their feet, untouched. His wounds were cleaned up, but blood still found a way through his abraded skin. She observed her own hands, touching her forehead. Her own injuries were the same as that of his. Puzzled, she asked the nearest nurse a simple question concerning them, who was a tall woman with long, blonde hair fixed into a

Domiciled a crossroad away, stood a Seven Eleven, it was a zephyr summer afternoon. The clouds were reluctant to clear away from the sun as a gentle breeze distorted the leaves on the trees. Patiently waiting for the hand to turn into the walking man. Wavering on the sidewalk as I ponder about the imaginary hoodie upon me, giving me warmth. The construction workers had just passed me. The vibrant aroma of the freshly paved road created a soothing environment in the vicinity. Operating machines filled