Threads of Fate: Bullets. Pt.1Ttk-ttk-ttkThreads of Fate: Bullets. Pt.1 by BoneDaddy66
It was the only sound in the dark room. A woman sat on the bed, loading rounds into her gun. The revolver she was currently loading was slightly larger than normal, could easily be mistaken for a magnum. It had the standard six round capacity, and a long barrel. She reached into a leather bag near her, pulled out three glowing bullet shells, and loaded them into the ammo wheel.
The window was open, allowing in just a small amount of light from the outside. It was night, but the street lights and occasional passing car was enough for her. Her hair was a shimmering blond, falling down to her hips. She wore a tight light brown shirt, a short leather jacket was by her side. she wore dark blue jeans, an identical pistol in her lap. She closed the wheel and spun it.
She placed it on the bed and walked to the other side of the room. On the wardrobe was her belts, a small devise, and her cowboy hat that had a few holes in it. She grabbed the device with one hand and tou
Threas of Fate: Assasin Pt.1Streamers and Fireworks filled the night sky. It was impossoble to move more than a walk through the crowded streets. The village of the winter swan was celebrateing the return of their hero, who just recently pushed back the invadeing forces of the golden lion. the war has been waged for nearly seven years, and the ice swan village has turned the tide the last year that Gen-rotin has been fighting in the front.Threas of Fate: Assasin Pt.1 by BoneDaddy66
At no time were Gen-rotin was being talked about, he quickly became a legend amongst the villagers. Gen-rotin, the man that defeated twenty enamy soldiers as the ambushed the camp at night without wakeing any of his men. Gen-rotin, Who defeated twin blade masters single handedly useing ony a dagger. Gen-rotin, whose words inspired his unit of one hundered men to victroy over an army of a thousand.
He was carried through the streets tonight on a large golden throne. It was made especially for the ocasion, only the finest silks, diamonds, and jewels were on the throne. His own so
Threads of Fate: Freedom pt.1"IDs." the guard asked the two nurses as the walked towards him. The two already had their badges in hand, he barley looked as they passed by holding it up.Threads of Fate: Freedom pt.1 by BoneDaddy66
"For a psycho ward, security is pretty intense." the male nurse said aloud. they wore matching white uniforms; exept he had white slacks and she wore a knee length skirt. His hair was parted to the side, giveing it more volume on the top.
The woman nudged him with her elbow. "Don't be like that. These people are 'mentally-ill' and security is tight because of the threat of other corpriations. A compedator could sneak in and steal anything promiseing, or just ruin it all together." She had her hair wrapped on top of her head, wearing glasses that just hanged at the tip of her nose. truthfully, she could see fine without them, but she thought she looked cute with them on. So did the man, but he would never admit it.
He pressed a button to call the elevator. "Ah, corporate greed and sabatosh. Cancer and aids may still be be around, bu
The night i saw them.I want to begin by saying all of this was real at one time, or as real as i can remember it. Logically i can believe it was a dream or my imagination getting loose. Part of me wants to believe that...but i know what i saw. the emotions i felt: deperation and fear, were far too real. i still remember the heat from hiding under the blankets, and the tears coming from my eyes. but i'm getting ahead of myself.The night i saw them. by BoneDaddy66
Let me explain how i got into the situation. I was raised in a house with three older sisters, one mother, and two grandparents. The reasons why i didn't live with my father anymore are the same reasons why my mom worked night shifts for extra chash at the hospital. When we left for school, she was driving in. when the simpsons were over after dinner, she would be driveing off. In a house of childern at the time, any attention from here was a rare and special privledge. i remeber what we faught over most was who got to sleep in her bed with her on nights she was there. She had the bi
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