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Contained-Spin Off-Part 3 "Alright, dinner is served!" Spencer and Chase sat down at the table where their beautifully cooked meal was layed out in front of everyone. Chicken, salad, potatos, sweet tea, green beans, corn on the cob... "Where did all of this food come from?" I asked, amazed. "The vegetables came out of the greenhouse, and the chicken was running lose in the garden," Spencer said. "Chase caught the chicken" "Hardest damn thing to catch in the world," Chase said through a mouthful of corn. "It was like playing tag for an hour straight." Everyone laughed. Everyone dug in, filled their plated and began to eat. "Oh my goodness this is fantastic!" Dactyl said, "It's been forever since I've had a really good homecooked meal!" "Yes!" Raptor replied. "This is the best meal I've had in a very long time," Lemur said. "Why thank you ladies," Spencer beamed. he leane
Contained-Spin Off-Part 2 For the next few days, I tried to open up to Xander, and accept the fact that he was the leader. Xander took notice of this, and was glad that I wasn't hating his guts anymore. I have been letting him work with me, letting him improve my skills. "Alright Foxie," he said to me one day, "We're going to do something new today. Follow me." I cringed at the nickname... "Alright," I replied. I wonder what he has up his sleeve today... I followed him around the house until we reached he door leading to his bedroom. "Um," he said, turning aroud to face me. He smiled and chuckled nervously, "Do you mind waiting out here just for a moment? My room is kind of messy. I have to go in and grab something." "Okay," I laughed. Glad to know that I'm not the messiest persson in the world... Xander opened his door just wide enough for his body and he squeezed himself inside, shutting the door before
Torn Memories I stared at him. He had a black binder in his hands. Scrawled across the front in scratched white lettrs was my name, clear as day, hard to miss. In my hands I held a similar notebook, his name scrawled across the front. Both notebooks were equal in size, over flowing with pictures, quotes, jokes, memories... Unforgettable times, things that should never be forgotten. A woman approached him from behind, and places a slim pale hand on his shoulder. He looks back at her. She smiles, revealing rows of sharp white teeth. Her eyes are black like burning endless pits. Her hair is silky and dark like coal. She leans in, and whispers something in his ear, then grins wickedly in my direction. He looks up at me, his expression blank, which was once filled with compassion and caring. His eyes were empty and hollow. Staring blankly at me, he opens the notebook slowly. The w
Too TiredThis sword in my hand, I drop into the dirtI am tired, I need rest, I am hurtI can't fight any longer, my body is weakI can't generate motion, can't even speakMy armor is damaged and falling apartMy hair is matted with blood so darkMy hands now shake, knuckles so bruisedI fall defeated, dying, misusedMy mind is restless, it doesn't stopThis battle raged war... one big mollywhopI can't tell if I lost or wonI can't tell if it's still going on or doneI can't grasp my sword again, I am too tiredI don't want to die, my mind is still wiredHelp me up off of the ground, help me up to my feetI will rage war another day, I do not accept defeat