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The man stood at the edge of the steep cliff. It curved outwards such that it was 'bent over' for the man to stand on it. He was young and muscular,his blond hair tossed to one side. His hands drowned in his deep pockets as he huffed furiously, yet waiting patiently for the Client to arrive. He wore a black leather jacket which waved in the wind. A muscle bulged out and the jacket was curved over his bicep. This particular man, Chris was in no way stronger than the Client. Although he had a sinewy build and could subdue 5 trained men armed with submachine guns with the disadvantage of being unarmed, he was nervous. He had never met the Client before though he had carried out many jobs for him. He didn't even know whether it was a man or a woman but due to the respect and power of the Client, he presumed it was a man. Chris was an important member of the Company, an organisation that carried out jobs for the Client from murdering people in a rather harsh and violent manner ...

Taylor blew her hair out of her face, blackened by the grime and the dirt that had collected on her face for days. There inhumane lifestyle also included a rule that stated that showers would only be provided once a week that to with cold water. She dared not lift her hands of the piece of cloth or her focus, off the work-table. She gripped the cloth and held it out to her right where the child-worker at the different type of machine worked on the cloth Taylor had given him. It had been about a month since she had first arrived here and had gotten used the habit of waking up early to work and the stench of the sweat and all other things on other people's bodies in her room including herself. So far there was no way out. Everyday was the same, bland, exhausting routine of waking up early by the clanking sound of pots and pans. A meal of sour milk and expired cornflakes was 'breakfast'. Then work began. From morning to evening children worked and worked, trying to make clo...

"Welcome Taylor Hayes", he said," to the real world. Please don't try escaping for using violent ways to subdue my men. That may result in your death or injury or maybe torture. This is what we like to call 'the Pit' and this is our mini-world. You will work for us and make clothes for 7 hours a day and then you can play and do whatever you want you have free time. If any of  the supervisors catch you misbehaving or stopping work for more than a second you're free time will be replaced by working hours. There are many other kids who have a rather violent nature i suggest you don't bother them. If you scream no one is gonna hear you. Don't try contacting your parents in any way." "You monster" screamed Taylor. "Well let's just act as if you never said that he muttered. "You start work tomorrow so get you rest."

Taylor opened her eyes to find herself in a small unfurnished room. She put her head in her hands and then remembered how she got here. She thought that it was just a bad dream. But it was happening for real. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes with her pale white hands. The top her neat fingernails were now broken and jagged. Her clothes were crumpled and some parts ripped.She was sitting on the cold marble floor waiting for something to happen. A muscular man with olive skin and short black hair opened the door to the room. Wordlessly he dragged her outside and set her down on the floor inside an office with polished wooden floor and a large oak table in front of a black leather swivel chair which had its back to them. "Boss", the man said in a deep voice with a slight Jamaican accent,"Here she is." And the chair turned. Taylor wasn't sure what to see. Maybe a man with half his face burnt sipping a bottle of beer with a cigarette in his other hand? A muscular g...

Taylor hugged the brown paper bag tightly to her chest. Blowing her brown hair out of her face she looked around. She was standing at the bus stop waiting for her school bus to arrive. Taylor lived in an unknown neighborhood not too far away from her school. There was no one else at the bus stop. She was 12 years old with high cheekbones and a skinny build. It was raining and the ground was slippery and wet. Ever since she was child, Taylor had always loved the smell of wet earth. Feet slapped the wet pavement relentlessly and now it was raining so hard, it was hard to see. Taylor rubbed her cold hands on her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes for a moment. Unfortunately, it had to happen then. Two pairs of rough hands grabbed her by her waist and one of the men who it belonged to, slung Taylor over his shoulder grunted under her weight. She screamed loudly, kicking and thrashing around wildly. A cold hand clamped over her mouth and her voice was muffled and soft. She struggled and tr...

So I think a lot of you people want to see some more pictures of my dog Muffin. She is extremely cute but sheds a lot. So usually my house's floor and my clothes are covered in fur. So here our some of our recent pictures. So this is Muffin when we first got her. I think its there beside my blogs. Before After Here is a photo of my cousins beagle who he just got. He is a puppy and is extremely small. His name is Rock.

White flashed before my eyes and my head hit the roof of the plane.  The paper i was writing on was torn from my grasp by the force of the air. I rubbed my bloodshot eyes and the plane exploded. ********** The wreckage was later examined and after a while it was concluded that there had been no survivors. The crash had been caused by a fight. Apparently the co-pilot had been carrying a bomb in a pice of tin foil embedded in some chewing-gum.  And the pilot, being an ex-soldier had shot the man through his head. Knowing he should try and concentrate he locked the doors to the cockpit and made a vile attempt to steer the plane to safety. But they hadn't made it to land in time.  The whole crew had died including the pilots. All the 153 passengers had been killed apart from one person. They compared the data of the people that had departed to that of the dead bodies. After the comparison it was concluded that only one boy had survived and judging by the name scrib...

We took off from the airport at around 3:00am. After a while, seatbelt sign went off and I pulled out my iPhone, and played a few games of FlappyBird while listening to my favorite song over and over again. My dad kept trying to get me to fall asleep, but I didn't listen. There was no TV in the flight and I noticed I wasn't the only one getting bored on the 10-hour-flight. People began eating for entertainment. They were so bored they ate to keep themselves distracted. I was actually sitting between my mother and father in the middle row of the plane To get to either of the bathrooms I'd have to wake one of them up. I got up and looked around. Most people were asleep. I sat back down and tried to control myself. After a while it was too much and I couldn't take it any longer so I I got up. I nudged my dad and he woke up startled. Oblivious the fact that the rest of the people were asleep he said loudly," Thanks for waking me up. I needed to pee too....

I woke up at the sound of a klaxon, blaring loudly at around 3:00 in the morning. There were screams and caused by the sudden noise of the siren. A man yelled  'Camp borders Breached', repeatedly. He stopped abruptly in the middle of camp.  and there was a long static buzz over the loudspeakers.I looked under the flap of my tent. A man in a dark cloak wandered over towards the instructor who had been shouting. The instructor now lay still in a large puddle of blood. Cupping my hands over my mouth, I gasped. The man lowered the pistol, a silencer attached to its mouth.  He pulled out a knife, the size of a baseball bat and wandered around. Terrified I ducked under the flap and scrambled into the tent jumping onto my bed. I pulled the cover over my head trying hard to cry but let out a sob. There was a low groan and I heard someone cry out. I crept out of bed and peeked under the flap. I was horrified to see the man's pale hand  clamped over yet another instructors mo...

That round thing. I think it was a UFO. It was the size of the cruise ship except round. It shot into the air and surged ahead, leaving a bluish greenish beam behind. It slowly faded away. It was chrome plated and technology was at a thousand years ahead. Time machines didn't exist, so... ALIENS? The word seems to clear all other ideas and all I could think about were aliens. Glimpses of the past. Aliens. Aliens. ALIENS!                                                                               * I sat up in bed. It was 3 am. My heart was beating loudly. My clock was buzzing so I turned it off. Only yesterday I had seen it. I was alone at the park to take photos of the moon for my magazine. It was late and there was no one else. Suddenly a bright light flashed and a UFO appeared. As quickl...

Ford Sten was tall. He towered over me and then before i knew what was happening a fist like a sledgehammer slammed into my stomach. I doubled over, groaning. Winded from the blow I struggled onto my feet and tried to run after him but fell. Limping I stumbled and fell flat onto the ground, tumbling. The impact knocked the breath out of my lungs. I gasped for breath but Ford didn't look back. "Ford..." I called out. Suddenly, he turned around and began walking towards me. I thought help me to my feet but instead his foot slammed into my stomach skidded along the pavement leaving a trail of blood. There I lay sprawled on the ground. My vision swam and blackness began filling in. I thought I heard him laugh  but then again I might have been hallucinating because of my injuries. Then I blacked out and body went limp. * "Broken ribs, fractured arm, stomach bleed and body pain", Dr.Clancy read out. My ragged breath was loud and it was difficult to breath....

He walked swiftly but stealthily, creeping part the houses until her reached the McCain mansion. Charles McCain, son of Harry main was currently residing there. He wasn't very successful and ended up wasting his life after his father died. Charles' boss was his father. After dropping out of school in his GCSE, he lost all his friends and sat idle. Sometimes he would cry, then go for a job interview, looking forward to earning again. When it began he would become frustrated, curse the  interviewer and then walk out with a sense of 'independence'. Charles was an isolated person and usually never wanted our of his house. He was losing financially after spending his fathers riches on cars, speakers and other unnecessary expensive products. The man straightened himself out in the dim moonlight.  "Charlie boy", he mocked. "Come and get me."

I fell fast. And for a moment everything remained still. i fell slowly and began to think about the man. i had failed. the killer had managed to get away with. he box. it contained the vials of death. it was top secret. the vials of death were vials which contained a green liquid when inserted into a injection gun could be injected into a person as virus. it wasn't contagious. people would turn a sickly pale green and have fits. they would thrash around, their memory twisted. they would try and kill their family thinking they were adopted by their fake parents who had killed the real ones. after a week they would weaken and start to bleed their flesh ripped from stretching caused by the virus. he was pretty much unstoppable. and plus once people heard about it, they join as they didn't want to die, thus wiping out the world faster by the multiplication of vials and people recruited. then he would turn on them and kill them to. i fell onto a jagged and it pierced through me. i...