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It was our Creative Writing class. Not the setting but the people. I'm not sure Mr. Clark was there but somehow I knew it was our Creative Writing class group. I only actually remember really seeing only a few of their faces so I'm not entirely sure. It looked like the apocalypse, darkened sky, smoke, everything was beat up and rundown looking, things on fire, and screaming in the distance. We were all running from these "robbers" (all black clothing and ski masks). They were like a organization who was taking over the world or something like that. They were chasing us. Random Side Stuff: I remember Austin being there. He had like a McDonald's fry and kept saying something about the fries tasting natural and real. I have no idea why. I was at the end of the group for whatever reason when we started running. We ran into this parking structure. And were going up the stairs, except the stairs looked weird (I'll show you a picture in a second or three). You died, a chunk of the staircase just fell and you went with it. I stopped and then the robbers started shooting at me and so I jumped over the gap and kept running. A lot more people died either by the structure collapsing or getting shot. I caught up with the group when we reached an o*****h, empty room. Similar to that of what a level of a parking structure looks like without cars. We all stopped to catch our breath. There was only about 10 of us left. The robbers showed up and started shooting. Teagun headed for the next staircase and I followed him. We arrived at another opening. Austin was somehow still alive and had his fries (I don't know how or why). I think Teagun got shot...? (I'm not entirely sure. This part was super fuzzy too.) I went and hid under the next set of stairs. The robbers started looking for me. I don't know how or why but apparently they knew I wasn't dead yet.
2013-10-26 09:29:36
sell clothing with mum
2013-10-15 21:20:24
selling clothings with mum
2013-10-15 21:19:39
Having suspected a spy following Krsto, our two lovers arrived and left the public park separately. Zsusanna was there to see Krsto more than the play. It was a very humorous play. One of the actors, Romero, plays a man with a bushy beard and stood there holding his hand in triumph as people laughed. Zsusanna realized she knew so few people in that area. She had only Krsto’s circle of friends: a man in in very stylish suede boots, a woman whose voice narrated the story; a woman whose only voice was the melodic tunes of her lyre, and a bewitching siren, Krsto’s cousin. Bewitched by her lover behind stage, she also did not know that she, indeed, was being watched, or that he had caught a glimpse of someone stirring on the sides. Igor wore common clothing to blend with the townspeople, with a hat tilted to a side, and a patch to cover an eye. He hadn’t shaven in over a week to play the part as well. Jealous of Zsusanna’s presence in Edour’s life had become a hinderance for Istven’s aspiring role in the Protestant Reform, and in the next generation’s attempt to rebuild a country free of foreign rule. More so, he was wary of this woman who appeared from an outer circle, who was as equally educated, if not, more so than himself. What was an extraordinary woman doing being wed to a man who had no interest in women? More so, why did Jankovic agree to this farce? “Ugggggg,” as twisted pain seeped through his blood, and the sound of breaking bones, Igor could feel the point of a dagger piercing into the hairs of his neck. “I suggest you take your traitor self back to the Hungarian ***** that s*****ed you. Get off this peninsula, and never show your face again.” “I am free to…” “You are not free to do anything.” and the crunch of a twisted wrist sent him off as two burly men in dark capes took him into a carriage, riding away, as Zsusanna felt desire dripping beneath her skirts. Istven had the scent of Ocean air about him; clean and light. He sat eating nuts and apricots as lightening lit the sky and the rumble of thunder approached. In his presence I am a ship battling a storm, wandering aimlessly. Sex is not okay with Istven. He has confusion around relationships. “What happened to you,” Zhusanna asked as she spotted Igor curdled in a chair by the window, unable to hold a book or turn its pages with bandaged hand and fingers on both sides. It was all he could do but spit at her. Marija found the encouragement to break the silence. “He no doubt wondered where he shouldn’t.” “I trust my cousin played the searing siren to perfection?” “The Adriatic would be, indeed, pleased!” “As your grandfather, as well.” Igor mentions to Zsusanna who looked bewildered at him. “Any sea-faring pirate of Senj would defend such a treasure!” Zsusanna mocked back, “But you wouldn’t know of such lust, Igor.” A bit of tension was building in the room. Zsusanna was not oblivious of Marija’s eye for Istven. She would just happen to appear outside his door in Reijeka or at the piazza, always appropriately placed five feet behind brother Antun or conniving Igor. Antun had studied law at university with Igor and Istven, together, in Austria. Marija was a woman, devious and determined, to get what she wanted. What she wanted was entitlement and Istven was the source for this wanna-a-be. Her dear husband Zoran, an unlucky man once the vows of marriage bound them, sweet, giving, and oblivious to the Upper Hungarian dragons, claiming loss to the Frankopan fortunes when ….was slain with my uncle and grandfather. One of thousands of *****le widows dispersed without claims depending on beguiling ways of sanctity. 1693 carriage scene 2 hrs 1693 krsto and who he is 1693 Zsuzana AND ISTVEN BEGIN AFFAIR 1693 MARI POISONS HUSBAND ZORON SAVROVIC, AGE 31, 1693 TRUTH REVEALED KRSTO
2013-10-15 12:50:57


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