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Azlyn Marina Flink. Unusual name, obviously. That much is true. Her behavior, even more unparalleled. Her Parents, Kian and Vera Flink knew a thing or two about being 'unusual'. Kian Lane Flink. Reasoning for containment: 3 accounts of murder, 7 accounts of manslaughter Years in containment facility: 13 _________________________ Vera Rhea Flink. Reasoning for containment: Refusal of arrest, DUI, failed drug test, 2 accounts of burglary Years in containment facility: 17 _________________________ All Azlyn wanted was to be happy. That was quite hard to do when you happen to be locked in a mental ward all your life.

For people who like to watch the world burn

Madison, a 49-year-old female had been sent into the city of Harran to scavenge for survivors, but who would've known, this trip almost cost her, her entire life. WARNING: this is a mix of the dying light game and south park. just to be clear, I only own my own characters, otherwise. these characters do not belong to me. nor does anything else. so, credits to the creators of dying light and south park. this is a fake story.

Short story #6. Ameilia Rose Tyler is sent away from England to escape persecution to the New World. Along the way, she finds a young boy...

In the year 2021, terror is lurking in the darkness, children weeping as the night progresses, civilization broken down to its foundation. Scientists of the Mirelkin Laboratories have successfully constructed a cure for Alzheimer's disease, the Deruvo Virus, named after the Mirelkin's lead scientist, Dr. Allen Deruvo. Eventually it mutated into a deadly virus that turned people into slow, monstrous flesh-eating undead, and at night into something even more terrible...

The hottest thing you've never read. Best Rank: #90 in Chicklit!!

Farmers pay a direct price when price fluctuations in the marketplace go out of whack. Commodity price fluctuations, broken supply chains, and changing demand can produce uncertain budgets. But with smart strategies, farmers can turn volatility into opportunity. In this blog, let's break down five actionable tips farmers can utilize in order to outpace, lock in profit, and become resilient in an uncertain marketplace.

Fate is a funny thing. Entry for @Avylinn 's treacherous one shot competition. (Basically my take on if the lovely reunion between Chris and Dante had more than one love story happening).

volatile - /ˈvɒlətʌɪl/ adjective. 1. liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse

Write it whenever you hear The soul of your poetry Cause the idea might be volatile

You have actually got to be kidding me. Blood rushed to my cheeks at the realization of the acute social suicide that I've just committed from this mortifying mistake. "Are you lost, Princess?" A smirk grew across his face as he took slow steps towards me. I didn't realize I was backing away until my back hit the wet tiles of the locker room shower. My eyes jammed shut when the steam no longer covered up his, well - him. I gripped the towel in my hands at the feeling of his finger running along the arch of my eyebrow, making its way down to my lips. "You should really be more mindful about reading signs before walking through just any door," he stood so close I could feel the breath from each seductive word graze my cheeks. Seductive... Seductive? This shouldn't be seductive, this should be repulsive. I should be repulsed. I should be punching this guy in his neck for thinking that it was, in any way, okay for him to be this close to me - naked - in the men's locker room. "Open your eyes." Whatever you do. Don't open your eyes. Before I knew it my eyes were fluttering open, staring back into his own. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green that I seemed to get lost in. The pace of my breath quickened and suddenly matched his own as the pad of his thumb swiped down on my lips pulling them apart. He rested his thumb on my chin and dipped his head down over my small frame. "Kiss me." He commanded. My eyebrows furrowed at the realization of his words and what should be a horribly awkward situation. THWACK! My hand smacked clean across his cheek. His head turned to the side at the force of my slap and a look of astonishment fell across his face. His face turned back to me and his eyes searched my face as if looking for an answer to his next question. "What are you?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {Open first chapter for full description}