Emmastone Blackwell
Mason lie o.n the wooden floor of Ethan's bedroom floor. He is unconscious but still gives off a intimidating look because of his large build.
Where are you Ethan? I wish you were here right now. A HUMAN BEINGS IS NOW LIEING ON THE GROUND!
Emmastone stop banicing, he will be home is a few hours.
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"Eathan Walker, your report on the evolution of spider anatomy in the ancient Howl Larr Red Spider is encreaible, I have read nothing like it. If our experiences run smoothly our faculty will have then successfully recreated one if the marvel suits!"
"That is great sir!" I shouted from my gray, office swivel chair. I was behind robbin before I abrupt stood up to make myself seen by Mr. Downey, the head of the board of directors and CEO of M.A.R.S.
I stumbled over my left foot. My right leg swung behind me in a very awkward way making me look like a starched out racing getting ready to leave their aponient in the dust but was nearly 45 degrees in the wrong direction.
I nearly fell flat on my face but thankfully I caught the corner of the table in front of me before anything major happened.
The whole room felled with the noise of a quick intake of air right before I caught myself.
"So! In continuation to next week's assuments...."
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THeRE IS CotTON BAlLS ALL OVER MY FUR!
Dancing and screaming, turning and spinning in odd and ilrealular ways Blackwell squarlied in the carpeted floor.
WHY ME!? GET THESE THINGS OFF MEEE!
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"Robbin?" I asked as we both made our way out of the meeting room. The friction of the wet smooth marble stairs and my hard suit shoes made an unusual sound.
I held my phone in one hand, looking at the clock anxiously. My left harm held my suit jacket securely while my hand held my bag. I don't know if I have another meeting later but something is telling me I should move quickly.
The gush of cold air hid my face persistently and I felt a turn in my stomach. I think it is just the abundance of waffles I had eaten this afternoon.
"Yes?" He said. Walking just close enough for me to hear him, Robbin kept a steady pace.
Robbin is a lanky man almost standing at a height of seven feet. Even with his height, he was meandering behind me.
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YOU ARE READING
A Snow Mission
Короткий рассказA spy on a mission in the middle of a snowy mountain range is caught. Will he get out unnoticed? ......."Maxwell! Where are you! Earthen! Any one!"...... Don't leave without me! Don't leave without me. Don't leave without me.
