Petty finished munching on an apple as he watched Johnson load the last crate of food. "Captain, how are we going to kill Kelman? I've heard that he's taken over an old battlestation and fitted it out as a fortress. How are we going to get in there without getting shot to pieces?"
"Petty, what's the first thing you learned in boot camp?"
"Uh, to keep out of Sargeant Heft's sight?"
"Exactly."
"But how can we get into the base without being seen?"
Pete paced around the island for the forty-second time.
"We're stuck here," he said, dejectedly swinging his wrench.
"No we're not. Look down there," J-Boy pointed over the side of the island.
Pete ran to look.
There is actually a story to go with this poem; I had this idea for a story, and then this book said I should write a poem about my idea. So I did! But, um, its not actually a poem, its more like a really short story written in poem style.
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Elise flung herself down, wondering what to do;
Then imagination sprung with its magic.
Mermaids and dolphins, bubbly laughter
Emerging from the inner souls and lips.
Exquisite little fish, alluring their prey
From the pearly coral.
The following is a true story. I am writing this mere minutes after it happened. I am a musician. I do most, if not all of my work on a computer. I keep a lot of information and samples and other important things on a thumb drive. The thumb drive is an HP, model FD USB drive. I've customized it by gluing a broken Shift key to the front. Yesterday I went to the visitation for my great-grandmother's funeral. I had the thumb drive in my pocket then.
Pale ochre light leaked out from half shut shades, lazily reflecting off the blackened brick walls of the ally to cast eerie, ever shifting patterns across the network of broken stones. She walked, or attempted to, as her legs begged to run, or at least jog through the horrid place to get into the suns fading light. Yet as frightened and quick as her little heart beat in her chest, she forcibly kept her pace to a quick step. This was not the first time walking through the scant, dirt encrusted area of town.
OOC go check out the song "Written Emotions" by MitiS before you read on. Previous Chapter Nick could hardly contain his mirth. Not that he was trying very hard. He clearly enjoyed the look on the two separatists faces. (let it be noted, Reader, that Milla is a separatist too but doesn't know what's going on) Adren was yelling at Nick, "What are you doing here! Why are you spying on us? Why did you put that note in the book! How did you know I'd find it? You didn't even get my name right!
Dearest Aunt Eliza and Adrimond,
I know you will be happy and very surprised to hear from me, when I have been surely thought lost all these long long years. I find it is very difficult to describe in such a short space what has befallen me. But the postal service declares that letters of more than one sheet must be paid for with a whole dollar, and I (and Mother and Father) have no money. So I write small, as you see.
O.O.C. did anybody notice the notes section below the "Body" box? Maybe that's where i should put the ooc stuff. Previous Chapter Adren literally flew downstairs. Kamor was cleaning the kitchen, and without looking up he said: "I don't know who put that note there, but the name is excellent." Adren was shocked, "What! Someone knew we were here and put that note in the book! We have to find them! What name?" "Teach ar Leith.
They were in there again. Dancing... in her ballroom. Millie took a deep breath. She stood in the hall just outside- although the sun had only just set, the dancing was already in full swing. She hadn't danced yet, and didn't feel like it, despite the fact that there were many desirable partners. Somehow, she didn't feel like joining them. Louise would have giggled and said that the absence of a certain Doctor had something to do with her listlessness, and laughingly Millie would have objected. Half-heartedly, of course, because she knew in her heart that was the reason.
There are few moments more awkward or unbearable than that which a young man inquires if a lady should share the saddle with him. Oh odious predicament! Millie and Louise were speechless, and even Anthony started to feel that he had said something out of place. But no, that did not prevent him from extending his hand to help her up into the saddle behind him. Millie was about to blather an excuse when Louise stepped closer to Anthony with a bright look on her face.