My mouth had
written a check that my body was not able to cash; I realized this
now, though it was too late to do anything substantial about it.
My name is Mila,
and I am training for the DOA tournament
“Feelin the
pressure sweetie?” Tina mocked in her southern drawl. Her powerful
shapely thighs were wrapped tightly around my neck, effectively
cutting off my air, my vision was starting to get blurry and my
muscles felt like they were turning to Jello from an extended time
trying to free mys

Samantha, her friends called her Sam, was annoyed and more than a little bit nervous. A few of the students in Piermont high had gone missing this week, there was a big party at Stacy Matthews house over the weekend and some of the legion of followers had failed to show up. Not that Sam had anything against the head cheerleader, sure she was jealous of her insanely hot boyfriend, her money, and her looks… ok well maybe she didn't like her much but at least she had not been the target of t

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The demon inhaled deeply and let out a soft moan as it turned its gaze to Kelly.

“My my” it cooed, reaching out a hand to caress the cheek of the terrified younger girl “what a sweet young offering you have brought me, I find it…VERY acceptable”

It took a few seconds for the meaning of its words to register in Tara's brain, but they finally did. Tara leapt to her feet and with a strength and quickness born of fear dragged her sister back away fro

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Tara was excited; well she was that half excited half scared combination that made you more of both really. She glanced at the clock; it was almost time for school to get out; her sister Kelly in the back of the room noticed the now more frequent glances and grinned at her.


“Two o'clock” she thought to herself “only half an hour and then we have to move fast.”


She fidgeted at her desk, barely hearing whatever her Chemistry teacher was talking abo

“Shall I
part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall
wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have
heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not
think that they will sing to me.
I have
seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing
the white hairs of the waves blown back
When the
wind blows the water white and black
We have
lingered in the chambers of the sea
By
sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human
voices wake us, and we drown.”
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