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@m1dn1g7t_ri0ts_13

Yeah. I am really into mental power. (Not quite as crazy as it sounds.) So I analyze my brain like crazy which makes me more worried.

Me too. So far it's gotten me in a darker place though.

@Painted-Iris group

I cAn ShOw YoU tHe WoRlD

SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDIDDDDD

TELL ME PRINCESS, WHEN DID YOU LAST LET YOUR HEART DECIDE???

I CAN OPEN YOUR EYESSSS

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

okay @Iris-is-supposed-to-be-asleep
here we go I DIDN'T EDIT ANY OF THIS SO…

As I trudged home from a long day at school, I thought someone was behind me. I whirled around and saw no one. That’s when the terror began. . .
I hid behind everything I could find, but when I looked out from behind them, I saw no one and heard no one. I began to think it was an invisibly cloaked monster. How did this thing find me? Did my mom give it a location to follow me home? Was it the pizza man again, asking for directions?
As adrenaline coursed through my veins, I whirled around, yelling “I’ve caught you now, thief!” The only noise I heard was not a shriek of a startled stalker, but the wind whistling through my ears.
I walked onward. As i neared The Roelli Diner I heard a rustle behind me. I yelped and slowly turned around. Nobody was there. I hid behind a trash can and decided to take action. I pulled out my binoculars from my backpack. (Cue the Mission Impossible theme song)
“Agent 1278 coming in, Agent 1278 coming in. I have a situation, code orange, KODAK level, (Frankly, at this point I was just making all this up, in order to scare the double agent behind me.) I’ll need a coil of rope and some duct tape to subdue this monstrous beast.”
I heard a whimper from behind the smelly garbage I was hiding next to. What was that? I hid my terror because I really wanted that spy job. I couldn’t stand the smell of the garbage any longer. I couldn’t waste any more time sitting here; obviously the CIA wouldn’t approve of that any more than my mother would approve of me tracking dirt in the house. Speaking of house, I thought of my mother and her delicious gnocchi and mushrooms and bacon. Oh, boy I was hungry… I stifled a groan due to the overwhelming smell. As I heard soft footsteps pad away I slowly
crept out from my smelly harborage behind the trash. I slinked along the lichen and ivy covered brick wall. If any pedestrians happened to walk briskly by, I would hide in the shrubbery along the apartment complex walls. But woe to me, because as soon as I neared my house, the rustling behind me started again. Who the heck is following me? How could they track me for this long? I ran as fast I could. I sprinted for all I was worth. The enemy shall not prevail! I thought furiously.
Foot after foot, yard after yard, kilometer after kilometer, I bounded toward the haven of my house.
I heard loping thuds against the pavement behind me. I heard panting. I knew that I had almost worn this double agent out and I would be safe and sound. Inside my house, with the deadbolt locks. Oh, how I longed for those locks. I wished I could dump a few pickup trucks worth of deadbolt locks on my pursuer’s head. But alas, that was wishful thinking. I heard the garbage truck behind me and muttered under my breath, “FIE ON YOU, ENEMY!!” I yelped as something snagged my cardigan. I tore myself free and screeched as I pelted towards my house.
Then I realized that it was half a mile of sprinting until my house was even moderately in sight. Now I wished that I hadn’t taken all of those detours. After five minutes of sprinting, I was completely worn out. I jogged toward my house that appeared at the horizon of my line of vision. Wait, what? MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m saved!
I ran as fast as I could. As I reached the door, I turned the handle of the doorknob. IT WAS LOCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I desperately ripped the key from under the welcome mat. I epically fumbled the key and dropped it. When I had finally peeled it off the concrete I jammed it in the keyhole. It didn’t unlock automatically, and I panicked. The door unlocked, and I fell inside. I then knew that I would have the annoying job of vacuuming the mudroom. That is because my mighty splash down caused a plume of flour to billow up from the 60 pound sack my mom keeps in the mudroom. . When I cautiously peered out the window, I only saw a pale pink tongue and smears all over the window. I stifled a scream of terror. It was the legendary pink yeti, or reticulum expandus froculm. I went to my room and gathered a baseball bat, a bulletproof vest and a pair of soccer cleats. My mom looked at me funny and then said, “Explain.”
I peered over my shoulder ans said, “Not right now. I am in the middle of fending off an attack, OK!?!?”
My mom just rolled her eyes at me. (and I thought that we weren’t supposed to do that to our parents?1?) I leaped toward the door and brandished my bat.
“BEWARE, FOUL CREATURE!!!” I swung my bat through the air and narrowly missed . . . hitting my neighbor’s dog, Luna. The Graet Dane towered tall and came up to my shoulder. Okay, I’ll admit, I felt really pathetic… Now, looking back on the situation, I don;t have a clue why I was so freaked out! I was astonished how long it took me to realize that it was only Luna. I sighed in disgruntlement. How foolish I had been to think the CIA was testing me to see if I were fit to be a spy.

@HighPockets group

I love how Fridays during Lent are a toss-up of "Here's a homemade vegetarian lasagna with fresh garden vegetables" and "Screw it, let's go to the same fish fry place 3 weeks in a row"