Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
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[NINE]
I let him leave, and I didn't leave the room until five minutes later. I felt so sorry for Jerek, I felt like crying too. But I didn't. I gathered my mixed feelings, and I walked out of the room, past the group of talking people, through the double doors, and heard Tabra behind a curtin with H on it in a big black letter outlined in maroony-red. Shroppe's hospital room, definitely.
"Tabra?" I said, and he was bending over backwards, jumping up and down, running in place. "What are you doing?"
"Shropee fixed me!" He smiled.
"Ha, ha, I can see that. How?"
"I have this special gun, kind of like a glue gun, that shoots out healing liquids that go on gel and swell up like shaving cream. The ingrediants eat away the skin, go in and heal it, and speed the healing process from three to four weeks to sixteen seconds." Shropee said.
"Whoa! I need some of that."
"Not sold in stores," She said, and we laughed. "It's a special thing I do here for the alliance. Whenever you get wounded, since you are one of us now, I can heal you with this anytime. And, anywhere, if I'm on the job." She turned around and started putting stuff away.
"Where's Jerek?" Tabra asked.
"I'm not sure," I turned and saw Jerek coming back down the steps.
"Hey, Jerek," Tabra called.
"Hey, Tabra." Jerek came down and started talking to Tabra.
I left them to it, figuring I could help Shropee with her work. "Need help?"
"Yes, if you don't mind. Just file these according to color," She handed me a stack of papers in random different colors. "Then, if you are really good with orginization, file them under last name, alphabetically."
I laughed. "Got it, Shropee!"
I started filing away, and got pretty good at it too.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[NINE]
I let him leave, and I didn't leave the room until five minutes later. I felt so sorry for Jerek, I felt like crying too. But I didn't. I gathered my mixed feelings, and I walked out of the room, past the group of talking people, through the double doors, and heard Tabra behind a curtin with H on it in a big black letter outlined in maroony-red. Shroppe's hospital room, definitely.
"Tabra?" I said, and he was bending over backwards, jumping up and down, running in place. "What are you doing?"
"Shropee fixed me!" He smiled.
"Ha, ha, I can see that. How?"
"I have this special gun, kind of like a glue gun, that shoots out healing liquids that go on gel and swell up like shaving cream. The ingrediants eat away the skin, go in and heal it, and speed the healing process from three to four weeks to sixteen seconds." Shropee said.
"Whoa! I need some of that."
"Not sold in stores," She said, and we laughed. "It's a special thing I do here for the alliance. Whenever you get wounded, since you are one of us now, I can heal you with this anytime. And, anywhere, if I'm on the job." She turned around and started putting stuff away.
"Where's Jerek?" Tabra asked.
"I'm not sure," I turned and saw Jerek coming back down the steps.
"Hey, Jerek," Tabra called.
"Hey, Tabra." Jerek came down and started talking to Tabra.
I left them to it, figuring I could help Shropee with her work. "Need help?"
"Yes, if you don't mind. Just file these according to color," She handed me a stack of papers in random different colors. "Then, if you are really good with orginization, file them under last name, alphabetically."
I laughed. "Got it, Shropee!"
I started filing away, and got pretty good at it too.
January 2, 2010 ·
Coming in at number 4 the infamous crash scene from Twilight, on Moviefones top 25 Movie Moments of the Decade.
How could anyone ever forget that scene? When I first read Twilight, and read that part, the hair was standing up on my arms and I held my breath. To actually see that on the big screen was amazing. That one scene set all future events for the Twilight Saga in place, and marked the beginning of Bella and Edward’s journey. Even though it was not exactly like the book — it was dead on in all the important aspects. I was quite pleased with how that scene turned out.
The story follows one day in the life of a very disturbed Edward Cullen as he goes about his day job. What is his day job? You'll fine out!
It's rated M for creepiness, language, and disturbing imagery.
Hope you give it a chance, AND let me know what you think! Thanks! :-)
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Well I created a fanfiction contest spot two months ago to acknowledge all of our fantastic writers here but unfortunatly that didn't turn out well... Now I'm going to restart that. Our first contest is done, and I was wondering about the second one; Last time only one person participated so this time we need more! If you are a fanfiction writers, inspired to be writer, likes Twilight, or anything! Participate in this! It is just a fun thing to do! I know kind of random but now we can bring all competition into one spot. Read Contest #1 on the club for more details on rules and prizes and everything. I'm not going to need judges right now though so please don't ask about it... Or you can ask and just be on the waiting list I'm about to create!
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