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The End of Days part 2
Mike and Mag drove throughout the entire day and before they knew it the sun set turning the sky from red to black. Mike looked up at the sky then at the surrounding area "Shit."
"What?" said Mag "What's so bad? It's just the night." She smirked at him with one eyebrow raised. Mike pointed to the .30 caliber machine gun mounted on in front of the passenger's seat. "Get on the thirty and keep an eye out. They're stronger at night." Mag sighed and pulled the charging handle.
They drove on through the night Mag kept watch and Mike kept one hand on his pistol. The two drove in silence for hours.  After a while Mike noticed Mag was slumped over the machine gun. "Hey!" He shoved her on the shoulder, "Wake up!" Before Mag was fully awake there came a loud screeching snarl from the darkness. "Where the hell is it coming from?" Mag yelled as recovered herself, head whipping around. There came a screeching sound of metal on metal coming from the passenger side of the car. Her head whipped a
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The End of Days part 1
The blood red sky loomed over the barren wasteland that was once a small suburban town but now there was nothing. A dust cloud sped along the remnants of what used to be the town's main street. At the head of the dust cloud flew a stripped out and armed up Pontiac Lemans. Behind the wheel sat a man wearing a faded and tattered digital camouflage uniform and a vest full of ammunition. He wore a look on his face that was harder than his Kevlar helmet and was known to be twice as deadly. Under that helmet was buzzed blonde hair. His blue eyes stared out at the road ahead of him.
The man pulled up to the burnt remnants of a house being used as a bar. Inside, scattered around the tables, were about dozen or so men and women. All were armed to the teeth and covered only by tattered rags and all war the same hard look that only the end of the world could create. The man sat down at a makeshift bar and set his helmet down and the bartender asked "What'll it be?" Mike let out a large sigh and s
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The Long Walk
        This was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Forget getting shot at; forget about the mines blowing up in the streets. Lieutenant Miller couldn't do this, but everyone else did and so he had to as well. As he made the slow walk down the hall images flashed before his eyes. The Lieutenant saw Sergeant Lucas in his turret from the gap between the hatch and top of his own turret and heard his own voice call over the radio to get the fuck down. And he saw again as before the Sergeant even got his hand up three rounds tore through the Sergeant's chest and left shoulder.  The Lieutenant shook himself and he was back making the long slow walk down the hall of the make-shift hospital that was set up.
As the Lieutenant entered a room he forced himself to smile. "Hello Lucas," the Lieutenant said as he surveyed the body of his soldier and his friend. He choked a little as he saw the bandages that covered a stump where the Sergeant's le
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The Roaring of The Engine
*THUD*, A huge sigh was let out from under the hood of a of a red '67 LeMans.  "Almost done!" a low voice called from the bowels of the car. Soon the man removed himself from the mouth of the car. "Done?" a feminine voice called from the door of the garage. The man looked up at his wife smiling "Almost." A few more hours of work the man gave the car new blood and added some gas. He anxiously climbed into the driver's seat and put the key in to the ignition. With a deep breathe he turned the key hoping that he could bring it back to life. The starter turned over and the man hoped to god it would it would come to life. With a shock from the accelerator pedal the engine roared into life. He jumped out of the car and ran into the house calling for his wife. "He's alive" he yelled as he found his wife "Come see he's alive." The two went back into the garage to find the engine roaring even louder than before. They climbed in, buckled up, and went for a drive.
When they got back the
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The Price of Peace
Maximilien sat behind his desk and rested his head in his hands. Ever since the killing of his top officials his world has been in chaos. His broken figure rose from the large, elegant chair and walked around and stood staring at his reflection in the mirror. Maximilien stared at his lifeless eyes. He held up his hands and even though they were washed and manicured he could still see the specks of blood embedded in the creases of his hand.  He had long since given up on washing it out. He stared at himself wondering who this man in the mirror was. How could he have even once seen himself as a god? How could he ever think he was fit to rule? A mile away a gun barrel stuck out of what appeared to be a grassy hill. A whisper broke through the tense silence that surrounded the hill. "Send it." A loud CRACK rang out through surrounding area. Maximilien still stood in front of the mirror thinking of a broken country and all of his broken promises. "The people will finally be free!"
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The Perfect Present
The Perfect Present
A necklace?
Or a story?
Maybe something gory?
What can it possibly be?
The perfect gift for thee
Many days spent searching
With the deadline closing
My heart and stomach lurching.
I can't paint, dance, or sing.
So I write all I can.
Hopefully it's a great plan.
Because all I have is this.
This cheesy little poem here
And one thing I know is true
After these couple of years
I still love you.
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Starfox: Prologue
It has been three years sense the Great War between the Cornarian Army and the minions of the Evil Emperor Andross. Both sides fought bitterly against each other for control of the Lylat System. After a year of constant fighting the Cornarian Army was on the verge of losing the war at the battle of Titania until a four man squad named StarFox joined the fight. With Fox McCloud at the head of the squad, his best friend Slippy Toad, ace pilot Falco Lombardi, and his mentor and father figure Peppy Hare they were able to turn the tide of the war and push Andross' minions all the way back to the inhabitable planet of Venom. After the war, scientists advised a quarantine to be established to prevent people going to the planet for "their own safety," said the scientists. Andross faded from the news but was still fresh in the minds of the veterans. Lately scientists have been getting strange readings from the planet's surface. The scientists just scratched their head and said "it's a strange p
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For Freedom
The man's heart pounded rapidly. He could feel the cold steel of the chair he was bound to with ropes as thick as saplings. He felt the blindfold pressing into the wrinkles of his old tired face. The man just sat there waiting, waiting to die.
There was the bang of a boot kicking the door open. The man could hear the faint sounds of gun fire, shouts and screams. He heard the sound of a blade sliding out of its sheath. There was a tug on the ropes and they fell to the floor. The blindfold was ripped of his face and the man was looking into the combat mask of one of his men. The soldier saluted, lifted off his mask, and said "John, are you alright?" John nodded but said nothing as he lifted himself towards his old friend and comrade. John reached out his open hand and his comrade placed his pistol in it. But John kept his hand out. His comrade stared at it for a moment then understanding dawned on him and he unhooked the sheath from his belt and handed it to John. John nodded and the two
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The Twisted Truth: Chapter 2
That night Daniel fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. There was a whirling of images. Lights flashed and voices shouted as Daniel felt his body flying backward into a wall, his wings breaking, and his body hitting the ground. Amidst the yelling and the other loud noises, Daniel heard a low voice speak "Rise my son, rise and realize your true power."
Daniel sat bolt upright in bed and grabbed at his back. He felt nothing but skin and let out a huge sigh of relief. "Only a dream…" He back down onto his bed then a shiver ran up his spine. Who was that voice?
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Daniel started this morning the same way he did every morning. After he grabbed a quick breakfast he got dressed and headed off for school. This time Daniel did not run to catch the bus, he did not skid to a halt while Lou laughed at him he did not even say good morning to Lou as he normally did. He just walked calmly down the street staring at the road thinking about what he had seen and heard during the night. Eventu
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The Twisted Truth: Chapter 1
It was a cold moonless night. Rabbits, squirrels, foxes, and bears all ran from the demon that was burning its way through the forest.
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*Buzz*… *Buzz*... came from an alarm clock. A hand reached up and dropped down onto the off button. A rustling came from the bed next to the alarm clock and up rose a sixteen year old boy. The boy winced and rubbed his temples. "Ow," he muttered to himself "why does my head hurt so badly?"
"Daniel hurry up you're going to miss the bus!" shouted a voice from downstairs. Daniel groaned and started to get ready. He threw on his favorite Queen shirt, some socks, boxers, and pants. Daniel sprinted downstairs and wolfed down a quick breakfast. Then he sprinted upstairs and brushed his teeth.  He grabbed his backpack and bolted out the door. Daniel skidded to a halt right in front of his best friend. "When will you learn," said a smirking girl with shoulder length blonde hair.
"Leave me alone Lou," Daniel said between gasps
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Take a moment and think about all of the jokes or hypothetical situations involving children that you have ever heard or told. Now take second to think about how many were about the adventures of "Little Johnny".
Who is "Little Johnny"? Now of course over the years there has not been one little boy who has never aged, but there still remains the question was there ever a first "Little Johnny"? If there ever was an original, who was he and what was his first act ever done that put his name in the jokes for all of history? Feel free to leave comments on your theories or just your favorite "Little Johnny" jokes.

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Your welcome. I really like the your work.
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