I unlocked the door to my apartment and tossed my backpack against the wall. A white english bull dog quickly trotted up to me with slobber and joy. "Patton stay, no slobber today." The bulldog whined as I closed the door and unzipped my red hoodie. I still was awaiting my mother's reply. With haste I stepped into the living room. Piles and stacks of cardboard boxes littered the living room. So much so that even the television and books shelf were hidden.
"If they haven't trashed our teleporters, that is."
Lucas's strike quickly found his target, the strike easily broke through the thin hastily made protective qi and landed right on the opponent's right side.
In the face of this punch, Shaka did not move, and stopped when the punch hit him.
Lan Jiang while moving forward was about to shout at the people when Xia wei all of a sudden jumped at him and covered his mouth.
My hand started to move on its own toward Mia-san's chest.
"And if it was?" I asked, not sure why I was testing my mum's patience.
(Monkey king's staff: is the staff of sun wukong can grow and change size with a thought )
Mr. Tinston couldn't help but laugh and give a mocking smile as he heard him curse and yell for him to open the door. He pulled the break and drove off leaving a pissed off alpha in the dust in shock at someone ignoring him. She couldn't wait to see everyone's face when she gets "introduced" to them later tonight.
She thoroughly searched for her color palette and squeezed random colors onto the palette, where Wang Yan quietly helped to place the palette in the right position.
Suddenly she's now on top me with her hands on my neck...strangling me with all her might..
Sometimes a story of varying sensicalness, sometimes only shapes and colors, and sometimes, just the remnant of a feeling when you wake. Like something mystical might have happened might have happened through the night, but you're not quite sure, a slight hesitation, like the word on the tip of your tongue that you cant quite remember. So close, but only almost, a hairs breadth away, but never touching. Did you leave? Did you go on some grand odd adventure to another dimension of new light and color, breathtaking and bright, to have it taken, erased from recollection when you returned home, left only with a remnant of an emotion on your awakening?