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Jolt's optics f******ed open. At first, he thought that his processor had not registered with the light and was adjusting, but the light failed to focus. Squinting, Jolt moved his head around trying to get his bearings, the only thing his audio receptors picked up was a massive hum, like a swarm of Lazerbeaks flying around his head. Slowly, the light began to dim, focusing and filling with color.
So much colo-BOOOOOM! The world came sharply into focus as Jolt found himself flying through the air, hitting the ground hard.
"Ratchet! Get to Jolt! I'll hold off Shockwave!" Breakdown rocketed from the sky, transforming into robot mode and releasing a torrent of missiles on the Decepticon cyclops.
Staggering back from the assault, Shockwave reverted into his tank alt-mode, treads screeching as he made his escape.
Jolt staggered upright, clutching his side even as the Autobot medic Ratchet grappled him and strapped him to a stretcher.
"Hold on Jolt, we'll get you to safety!" Ratchet transformed, reverting into a Cybertronian medic truck nearly, pulling the stretcher along behind him.
As Ratchet sped away from the battlezone, Jolt noticed with fading optics figures in the sky firing on Breakdown, then he saw nothing at all. -
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There was a princess who was waiting for the right person to marry her.
Many princes came to her each day, leaving her gifts of gold, diamonds. But the princess didn't like any of them. There were a few princes who didn't give her anything, besides their eternal love for her. There were even a few other princesses that wanted to be her wives... but no, none of them were good enough for her. Eventually, her parents went to her and asked her, "Why will you not marry any of these fine princes?" She replied, "There is only one man I want, Chuck Norris."
THE END - Where is my ZP? XD
EDIT: Goodnight, tired. IGN: Razor-Kenobi (I hope to see my ZP in the morning lol) -
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Hi, I'm Wishjj, nice to meat you.
Chapter1;
(insert your sad story)
Chapter2;
(insert your sad story that makes people cry story)
Chapter3;
(my physic story about being sad)
Chapter4;
(immitating Dr.Phil)
Chapter5;
Give me 10k zp cause I wrote this story for you -
"Father & Son"- The Tale of Death
Short and quick story involving characters from previous stories I made.
Main characters: Kim & Ing
Area: Korea
Mission: Fend of Global Risk
Weapons: TOP SECRET (Any weapon)
???: "This is a story of how my father died....."
[The scene switches to a battlefield in Korea]
Kim: "Get ready for the Chinese invasion you brat!"
[Ing messes around, but hears his dad's words]
Ing: Yeah, yeah, yeah....
[Ing picks up his AK47 Fully Custom and his Desert Eagle Scope]
Kim: "Remember, this is the last fight we will have with the Chinese, and I want this last fight to be a good one, you understand?!
Ing: "Whatever dad!"
707: "Kim, let's get a move on!"
Kim: "Understood!"
[Kim picks up his K1A, USP, and axe, then moves out]
Ing: "Wait for me you old tree trunk!"
[Ing runs after Kim]
The battlefield was filled with dead bodies, bullets, and remains of shot down aircrafts
Ing: "This is a big mess I wouldn't want to clean up!"
Kim: "Focus Ing! This is how your brother died!"
Ing: ......
[Ing aim down his scope on in AK47 and starts to blow off heads]
Kim: "I'm lucky to have a son who is a professional marksman...." -_-
Ing: "Dad, watchout!!!"
[Kim gets shot and is downed]
Kim: "Help me up you idiot!"
[Ing runs to Kim and injects him with a healing booster which heals Kim up.]
Kim: "Okay go back and do your thing!"
[Ing looks at the group of Global Risk soldiers]
Ing: "There's too many!"
Kim: "Looks like I have to take a bullet for the team..."
[Kim pulls out a syringe filled with mutation powers]
Ing: "DON'T DO IT DAD!!!"
[Kim injects himself and mutates into a giant monster which shocks Global Risk]
Ing: "Don't go out there!"
Kim: ......
[Kim walks in further to the battlefield and the scene fades away]
Back at a tent with an unknownman....
???: "I never seen him again, everyone in my family cried and grieved for him, he was an important person that I learned from....."
Darnell: "Ing, you ready? We have to kill Ghost!"
Ing: "Alright!"
[Ing turns facing you]
Ing: "Let the games begin!"
[The scene burn in flames as Ing leaves to fight Ghost as a hitman]
Not fully completed, this was a short story. -
TGEHydralisk wrote: »Once upon a time there was this person named the Ugly Barnacle.
He was So Ugly That Everyone Died.
The End.
I can has my ZP nao?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2U8yfKM9nY -
You wanna laugh? Try this:
John ran, carrying his m16 and thought to himself.
"Why the hell am I so poor? I can't even afford a decent gun. fml."
He soon spotted the enemy, he was about to shoot when he realized he couldn't afford the ammo so he didnt buy it.
"FML" he said again.
He ran like a dog away from the enemy, while farting multiple times to boost himself.
He locked himself in a nuclear shelter, and realized that it can only be opened from the outside.
"FML!!!!!!11one!!"
He sat there, and disembowled himself while farting.
After he disembowled himself, he castrated himseld with a spoon.
He got a phone call and he said "I must kill the demons!"
The guy on the phone said "No John, you are the demons"
John touched himself and his third nipple for the rest of his life
The end -
In the year 2117 an eight year old gay boy named Shannon found a magic lamp. He was granted 3 wishes. The first was a fur jacket, the second, a flying car, the third... was a planet... FULL... of unicorns. This is the story of that planet. A gayy boy wished for a planet full of unicorns. PLANET UNICORN. UNICORN PLANET. Give it up for Feathers, Ohohohohoo Cadillac, and Tom Cruise. Ohohohohoooo Planet Unicorn. HEYYY.
ZP now? -
There was once a great knight named [T]roope[R] who was the bravest man of all the land. One day he competed in a tourny agaianst goblems and cyclops. As most of us know these creatures are much more powerful then humans all except for [T]roope[R]. [T]roope[R] had then defeated these evil monsters in the tournement and he became the prince and married the princess who was the hottest and sexiest person alive. The end
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Dark Beast wrote: »In the year 2117 an eight year old gay boy named Shannon found a magic lamp. He was granted 3 wishes. The first was a fur jacket, the second, a flying car, the third... was a planet... FULL... of unicorns. This is the story of that planet. A gayy boy wished for a planet full of unicorns. PLANET UNICORN. UNICORN PLANET. Give it up for Feathers, Ohohohohoo Cadillac, and Tom Cruise. Ohohohohoooo Planet Unicorn. HEYYY.
ZP now?
i already saw that show.. -
There was a plane and there were 3 passengers. An asian named Crossfire, a brazillian Named BR, and an american. The plane was going to crash due to weight so they threw out what they had the most of. the american threw out all his ZP. The BR threw out all his hak. and Crossfire threw out the BR. the end
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Marsha treated her thick, dark hair to a home body permanent once a month with great success—except for tonight. Halfway through the perm process the electricity went off. What went wrong? This had never happened before in her apartment at Dodge City, Kansas.
As she pawed through her kitchen junk drawer for a flashlight, she remembered the batteries were dead. Sifting through the litter for candles, she found none. She stabbed her finger on an unseen pointed weapon as she probed.
Now what? She still had to apply solution to each curl and wait specified minutes before rinsing. It was a complicated job with double mirrors in the bathroom. There was no way she could manage with a wounded finger in a blackout.
Blood dripping from her finger, she reached for the first thing she could find in the dark—the crocheted dishrag her niece had made her. It hung on the side of the refrigerator because it was too pretty to use and also because it was useless, having been made with extremely find thread.
Her first thought involved going to the apartment next to hers to ask the old biddy who lived there for candles or a flashlight or maybe even batteries. She was apprehensive because Mrs. Schultz always stared at her as if she expected to discover sin on Marsha’s twenty-five-year-old face. Marsha had given up saying hello if they met in the hall, because all she ever got from Schultzie was a frown and eyes staring into hers as if she were the antichrist. She didn’t need that tonight.
Annie, a friend who rented the other apartment on the second floor, had gone away for the weekend with her latest male conquest. Lucky dog. Marsha wished she had someone special. Schultz was her only hope.
Still holding the pitiful dishrag around her finger, she jammed her hand into a rubber glove she found while fumbling on the counter near the sink. At least she wouldn’t drip blood as she searched for the door to Mrs. Schultz’ apartment.
Whoops! Her bare foot connected with blood on the kitchen floor and slid out from under her. She grabbed the junk drawer to steady herself, accidentally pulled it out, and heard the debris scatter. She lost her balance and fell, hitting her nose on the edge of the refrigerator. Blood spurted out, ran down her face, and dripped on her tee shirt. She stripped off the shirt, wadded it up and pressed it to her nose to to stanch the bleeding.
When the bleeding stopped, Marsha wiped her face with the clean part of the tee shirt. She carefully slid her fingers along the furniture and walls until she reached her bathroom. She pulled her Sponge Bob shower cap over the perm curlers and wrapped her short, pink bathrobe around her to replace the tee shirt.
In the hall, just as Marsha summoned enough courage to knock on Mrs. Schultz’ door, she heard, “Come on in. It’s about time you got here. Did you tour the whole town first?”
“How did you know I was coming?” Marsha said.
“You’re not Riley.” A suspicious voice. “Who are you and what do you want?”
“I’m Marsha Hood from Apartment 2 B. I’d like to borrow a flashlight. Were you expecting someone else?”
“I sure didn’t expect you. My son is on his way with a flashlight. Ought to be here soon. Find a chair and sit. Can’t do nothing ’til he gets here.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Schultz.” Marsha decided to fill the silence with light conversation. “What were you doing when the electricity went off?”
“I was sitting here embroidering quilt blocks. Scared me half to death. I dropped all my embroidery floss on the floor. There’s Riley at the door now. Cone on in,” she yelled. “We’re just sitting here waiting.”
Her son opened the door and put his flashlight on the table. It was a huge monster that faintly lit up the whole room. Marsha watched his eyes turn to slits as he stared at the floor then at her.
“What have you done to my mother?”
“Hold on, Riley. She didn’t do nothing. I dropped my sewing when the lights went out. Did you bring more than one flashlight?” his mother said.
“I brought three,” he said as he turned a flashlight on Marsha and gasped.
Looking down at herself in the light, she saw one rubber-gloved hand with a frilly dishrag drooping out the top of it. The other hand was bloody, as were her shorts, bare feet, and the bathrobe she had hurriedly put on—inside out. She could only imagine the blood smeared on the silly shower cap and also crusted under her nose.
And there stood Riley Schultz, the first male she’d encountered in months whose knuckles didn’t sc**** the floor when he walked. He had brilliant blue eyes and wavy, blond hair—a Greek god—and Marsha realized she must look like the aftermath of a nuclear attack.
“I had an accident and did my best to clean up in the dark before I came over from my apartment to your mother’s.”
“I’d better see that you get back home. I’ll give you one of the flashlights,” Riley said.
“She looks like she was in trouble over there. See if she needs help, Riley.” Kind words from Mrs. Schultz. Marsha felt low for being unkind behind her back, so low, in fact, a backhoe couldn’t get down to her level.
When she and Riley reached her apartment, he flashed the light around exposing bloody hand smears on the walls and the floor littered with treasures from her junk drawer, some of which soaked in a puddle of blood. He studied the trashed kitchen a moment before he frowned and said, ”Care to explain?”
Before she could think of a reasonable answer, a heavy knock sounded on the open door.
“Police. Put your hands up, both of you.” A male and female officer, savage frowns on their faces, came into the kitchen. They each carried a flashlight and a 9mm Glock pointed at Marsha and Riley.
“I’m Officer Plains and this is Officer Stucky,” the policeman said, indicating the female next to him.
“What do you want?” Marsha said in a tiny voice, hands raised high, one trailing the lacy dishrag from a rubber glove.
“We had a call about this apartment. Who are you?” the policeman barked at Riley.
“I’m Riley Schultz. My mother lives next door. I came over to help this young lady and bring her a flashlight.”
“And who is she?” the uniformed male hulk asked, pointing to Marsha.
“I don’t know her name.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” Marsha’s hands came down, the dishrag fluttering. “I’m Marsha Hood, and this is my apartment. I tried to borrow a light from Mrs. Schultz.”
“What’s that awful smell?” Officer Stucky’s nose puckered, as she interrupted the conversation.
“I was giving myself a perm when the electricity failed.”
“Can you explain where all this blood came from?” Officer Plains asked.
Marsha said, “I’ll do my best.”
Step by step she told about probing in the junk drawer in the dark, her wounded finger, her nosebleed, blood-smeared walls and her costume. Before she finished, the officers’ savage frowns had turned into amused stares. Riley just looked dazed.
Officer Plains said to him, “You’d better report back to your mother and let her know there’s no problem here—at least there’s no police problem here. Your mother’s the one who called us. We’ll be over to talk to her as soon as we get some more information from this unfortunate young woman.”
Officer Stucky pointed her light toward the bathroom and pushed Marsha before her. “I’ll help you get cleaned up and put something on your hand.”
She soon had Marsha’s face clean and a bandage wrapped around her finger. She even applied the perm lotion to the curlers while Marsha held the flashlight.
Shortly after the police left, the electricity flipped back on. By the time Marsha removed the curlers, washed and blow-dried her hair, and donned a clean pair of jeans and a pink tee shirt, she felt in charge of her life again. She scooped the refuse from the junk drawer into a box and mopped the kitchen floor.
After a deep breath, she grabbed the borrowed flashlight and knocked on Mrs. Schultz’ door. Riley opened the door and smiled at her. “Hey, there. You clean up nice,” he said. His appreciative gaze slid from her hair to her tee shirt to her shoes and back to her face. “Come on in.”
“Thank you. I came to return the flashlight. I’ve written myself a note to get batteries for mine. And I want to that you, Mrs. Schultz, for being concerned enough to call the police. I had no idea how much blood I had spread around until I saw myself in the light.”
“You were a mess. I figgered someone tried to kill you and you fought back,” Mrs. Schultz said.
“I can see how you might have thought that,” Marsha said, nodding thoughtfully.
Riley spoke up, “I didn’t know what to think when I saw how you were dressed and all covered with blood. I couldn’t wait to get to your apartment to see what happened.”
Marsha drew another deep breath. “I know it’s ten o’clock, but I made a fresh pot of coffee, and I have homemade brownies, if you’d both like to come over.”
“You go ahead, Riley. It’s my bedtime and I’m tired. Thanks anyway, but I’ll take a rain check,” Mrs. Schultz said.
Riley said, “Coffee sounds good to me, and I never turn down brownies, especially homemade. I’ll call you tomorrow, Mother.” He stood up, prepared to follow Marsha.
“Good night, Mrs. Schultz. You definitely have a rain check coming,” Marsha said with a radiant smile.
As she opened her own apartment door to the aroma of coffee and the brownies she would soon be sharing with Riley, Marsha thought, “There is a God! I must make time to get better acquainted with that dear little old lady who lives right next door to me.”
The End -
By the looks of his t-shirt the nurse decided it had never been folded neatly and stored in a tidy draw. By the looks of him he obviously avoided washing and his mother didn’t seem to care what state he left the house. Yet, after his bed bath the nurse was proud to say he scrubbed up quite well. She watched him as he lay there still unconscious from the anaesthetic. She felt sorry that he didn’t seem cared for. He was bound to come round soon. It hadn’t been major surgery just urgent. She checked his dressing on his hip. He’d be just fine.
“Ow!” he screamed, waking as she hurt his side. “What ya doing woman?” he spat at her.
Mickey came to with an agonising bang, He felt where the pain was emanating and feeling the dressing he started to panic.
“What’s this?” he asked as the tube in his arm stopped him from putting both hands to his side. “What’s this **** in my arm?”
The nurse had jumped back from the bed and at the recognition his anger was now a little too scared to approach the bed again.
She asked gently trying to calm him down, “Do you remember what happened? Do you remember how you got here?”
He scowled and tried to scratch his head, the tube getting caught up. He bit his lip in recollection. The nurse watching as the fear and confusion showed on his face.
He started talking slowly, almost to himself, “Yeah. I was out with my home boys at a party. Someone’s house party, I don’t know who’s house. We were messing around a bit we were having fun.”
The nurse looked a little quizzical. She asked bluntly, “So how did you come to be stabbed?”
Mickey squirmed around, “Yeah, well. Well you know, things sort of got a bit out of hand. We sort of had a bit of a fight. Yeah. It was in the kitchen.” Mickey pulled himself painfully into a better sitting position. “How are my homies? Are they ok?”
The nurse seemed quite happy about this, “Oh yes,” she said, “you were the only one hurt. Do you not remember? Look maybe the doctor can tell you more. He’ll be here sho0rtly after he has spoken to the police.”
Mickey became agitated spluttering, “The police are here?” Pretty much answering his own question he swung his legs out of bed and gently lowered himself to the floor. It wasn’t as painful standing he noticed.
“You can’t leave,” the nurse said, adding, “You’ve got a serious injury and an IV in your arm.”
Mickey ****ed his head at her and while looking her in the eyes ripped the IV from his arm.
“Not any more I don’t. And I ain’t staying to meet up with no police.” He looked around the room, “Where’s my stuff?”
Mickey spied his t-shirt and walking slowly over to it he pulled it over his head. “Where’re my jeans?” He asked.
Apologetically the nurse explained that they were bloodied and needed to be cut off him. His face was distraught at this carnage. But instead of shouting he walked out of the room shaking his head. The nurse hit the panic button by his bed. Mickey meanwhile legged it down the corridor darting into a room and stealing a sleeping mans trousers and wallet. Ducking out of the doors to the stairs Mickey realized that his side actually hurt less now. Catching a glimpse of himself in a window he saw he had a big black eye too. Touching his face his marvelled at the strength of the drugs they had given him. Maybe he should have taken the IV with him. It was then that he realized he didn’t have any of his jewellery on, his earrings, his eyebrow ring and pinkie ring. Well he was damn sure he wasn’t going to leave them, so he found an orderly jacket and putting that on made his way back to his room.
Mickey made his way back to his room circuitously. Approaching his old room he thanked his good luck that it was empty. Of course it would be the last place they would look for him. He chuckled at the stupidity of the police. He found and pocketed his jewellery and unhooked the IV before making his way down the corridor again. Just as he did he saw two policemen walking toward him? He lifted up the IV in an effort to hide his face.
“You alright mate?” One of the officers asked him.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m just taking this vi to the doctor.” Mickey said.
“No mate.” The officer said as he blocked Mickey’s path, “I was wondering about your side.”
Mickey looked down and saw the blood seeping through the t-shirt and through the jacket. In a panic Mickey tried to push past them and run away but he was weak and blacked out all over again. -
The phone range , but dimitar chose not to answer it , it kept ringing relentlessly until he finally gave in and answered the phone , a mysterious voice whispered in a cold empty tone "You have 30 seconds to get out of the house"
Dimitar did not the believe the man and passed it for a prank
30 seconds later he was taken off guard by the sight of 8 navy seals blasting through the doors with m14ebrs and coming after him
dimitar ran off into his backyard from which he escaped into the dark ominous forest where his enemies were very unlikely to find him , but he was not alone as the Gsc9 forces had mobilized to ensure his survival , he ran and ran and ran unaware of what lay behind him , the navy seals chased him through the forest , one of the seals ,the one at the back had been caught off guard by a snake and into a nearby stack of leaves , where was stabbed to death by a nearby soldiers , but the rest of his team pushed on to find dimitar
Dimitar had arrived at an old abandoned mansion , where he hid and hoped he would not be found , he came in and head in a secret closed just underneath the old rotten floorboards of a decayed spiral staircase , he could hear his assailants running around spreading out to search for him , everything was quiet for a second , then the silence was broken by the sound of rounds being fired , a massive firefight had broken out between the seals and the gsc9 , The Seals had killed 4 Of the german forces but as they were reloading they were overwhelmed with a barrage of M60 rounds , which killed of the remaining 6 navy seals , only one survived , who picked up his dead teammate's m14ebr , dual wielded them and left his cover whilst diving into the ground both guns blazing , 2 of the german troops where killed , now it was a one on one fight , they decided to beat it out with combat knives
Both Of them slowly circled each other , each carefully measuring each other and sizing up their opponents, it was probably the longest minute in dimitar's life , The soldiers went for each other , the seal stabbed the german trooper in the right thigh , which caused him to immediately collapse onto the floor in pain , the seal was about to make his last move until dimitar jumped out of the closet and shot the seal in the head with his Desert Eagle , The German soldier got up and thanked dimitar , but suddenly tried to stab him , Dimitar evaded the blow and fired 3 bullets into the german soldier , instantly killing him
but only then dimitar realised , he had killed those who were helping him and dark thoughts rushed into his head , theories of conspiracies fueled by rage and anger , Dimitar had to fight his own fight now ,, it was up to him to uncover the plot against him and eliminate those responsible , Dimitar reloaded a fresh clip into his Desert Eagle and calmly walked outside into the streets , today is his day , he gets to live another day
To Be Continued........ -
There was a man named corvus
There was a man named CORVUS(007) and he was cast away by a spell in a far away world...he tried hard and fought many batlles to get home to he's loved one but didn't make it NOT IN FIRST PART NOT IN THE SECOND PART OF THE GAME(THE HERETIC 1,2) or that we were told!!! .EVERYBODY THOUGHT THAT HE WAS DEAD!!!!!BUT............HE CAME ALIVE IN 2010 IN THE MONTH OF MAY AS MY COMPANION AND HERO...AND SINCE THEN WE CAME A VERY LONG PATH FROM A SMILEY FACE TO CAPTAIN(2CLASS NOW) AND LEADER OF A.R.M.Y. CLAN....WILL BE CONTINUED P.S STAY TUNED FOR MORE STORIES AND RANK UPGRADE'S AND STOP COMMENT ON MY USING CAPS TO MUCH...............LOOK FOR ME IN THE GAME I WILL KILL U ALLLLLLL(CORVUS SAYS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
marsha treated her thick, dark hair to a home body permanent once a month with great success—except for tonight. Halfway through the perm process the electricity went off. What went wrong? This had never happened before in her apartment at dodge city, kansas.
As she pawed through her kitchen junk drawer for a flashlight, she remembered the batteries were dead. Sifting through the litter for candles, she found none. She stabbed her finger on an unseen pointed weapon as she probed.
Now what? She still had to apply solution to each curl and wait specified minutes before rinsing. It was a complicated job with double mirrors in the bathroom. There was no way she could manage with a wounded finger in a blackout.
Blood dripping from her finger, she reached for the first thing she could find in the dark—the crocheted dishrag her niece had made her. It hung on the side of the refrigerator because it was too pretty to use and also because it was useless, having been made with extremely find thread.
Her first thought involved going to the apartment next to hers to ask the old biddy who lived there for candles or a flashlight or maybe even batteries. She was apprehensive because mrs. Schultz always stared at her as if she expected to discover sin on marsha’s twenty-five-year-old face. Marsha had given up saying hello if they met in the hall, because all she ever got from schultzie was a frown and eyes staring into hers as if she were the antichrist. She didn’t need that tonight.
Annie, a friend who rented the other apartment on the second floor, had gone away for the weekend with her latest male conquest. Lucky dog. Marsha wished she had someone special. Schultz was her only hope.
Still holding the pitiful dishrag around her finger, she jammed her hand into a rubber glove she found while fumbling on the counter near the sink. At least she wouldn’t drip blood as she searched for the door to mrs. Schultz’ apartment.
Whoops! Her bare foot connected with blood on the kitchen floor and slid out from under her. She grabbed the junk drawer to steady herself, accidentally pulled it out, and heard the debris scatter. She lost her balance and fell, hitting her nose on the edge of the refrigerator. Blood spurted out, ran down her face, and dripped on her tee shirt. She stripped off the shirt, wadded it up and pressed it to her nose to to stanch the bleeding.
When the bleeding stopped, marsha wiped her face with the clean part of the tee shirt. She carefully slid her fingers along the furniture and walls until she reached her bathroom. She pulled her sponge bob shower cap over the perm curlers and wrapped her short, pink bathrobe around her to replace the tee shirt.
In the hall, just as marsha summoned enough courage to knock on mrs. Schultz’ door, she heard, “come on in. It’s about time you got here. Did you tour the whole town first?”
“how did you know i was coming?” marsha said.
“you’re not riley.” a suspicious voice. “who are you and what do you want?”
“i’m marsha hood from apartment 2 b. I’d like to borrow a flashlight. Were you expecting someone else?”
“i sure didn’t expect you. My son is on his way with a flashlight. Ought to be here soon. Find a chair and sit. Can’t do nothing ’til he gets here.”
“thank you, mrs. Schultz.” marsha decided to fill the silence with light conversation. “what were you doing when the electricity went off?”
“i was sitting here embroidering quilt blocks. Scared me half to death. I dropped all my embroidery floss on the floor. There’s riley at the door now. Cone on in,” she yelled. “we’re just sitting here waiting.”
her son opened the door and put his flashlight on the table. It was a huge monster that faintly lit up the whole room. Marsha watched his eyes turn to slits as he stared at the floor then at her.
“what have you done to my mother?”
“hold on, riley. She didn’t do nothing. I dropped my sewing when the lights went out. Did you bring more than one flashlight?” his mother said.
“i brought three,” he said as he turned a flashlight on marsha and gasped.
Looking down at herself in the light, she saw one rubber-gloved hand with a frilly dishrag drooping out the top of it. The other hand was bloody, as were her shorts, bare feet, and the bathrobe she had hurriedly put on—inside out. She could only imagine the blood smeared on the silly shower cap and also crusted under her nose.
And there stood riley schultz, the first male she’d encountered in months whose knuckles didn’t sc**** the floor when he walked. He had brilliant blue eyes and wavy, blond hair—a greek god—and marsha realized she must look like the aftermath of a nuclear attack.
“i had an accident and did my best to clean up in the dark before i came over from my apartment to your mother’s.”
“i’d better see that you get back home. I’ll give you one of the flashlights,” riley said.
“she looks like she was in trouble over there. See if she needs help, riley.” kind words from mrs. Schultz. Marsha felt low for being unkind behind her back, so low, in fact, a backhoe couldn’t get down to her level.
When she and riley reached her apartment, he flashed the light around exposing bloody hand smears on the walls and the floor littered with treasures from her junk drawer, some of which soaked in a puddle of blood. He studied the trashed kitchen a moment before he frowned and said, ”care to explain?”
before she could think of a reasonable answer, a heavy knock sounded on the open door.
“police. Put your hands up, both of you.” a male and female officer, savage frowns on their faces, came into the kitchen. They each carried a flashlight and a 9mm glock pointed at marsha and riley.
“i’m officer plains and this is officer stucky,” the policeman said, indicating the female next to him.
“what do you want?” marsha said in a tiny voice, hands raised high, one trailing the lacy dishrag from a rubber glove.
“we had a call about this apartment. Who are you?” the policeman barked at riley.
“i’m riley schultz. My mother lives next door. I came over to help this young lady and bring her a flashlight.”
“and who is she?” the uniformed male hulk asked, pointing to marsha.
“i don’t know her name.”
“don’t talk about me like i’m not here.” marsha’s hands came down, the dishrag fluttering. “i’m marsha hood, and this is my apartment. I tried to borrow a light from mrs. Schultz.”
“what’s that awful smell?” officer stucky’s nose puckered, as she interrupted the conversation.
“i was giving myself a perm when the electricity failed.”
“can you explain where all this blood came from?” officer plains asked.
Marsha said, “i’ll do my best.”
step by step she told about probing in the junk drawer in the dark, her wounded finger, her nosebleed, blood-smeared walls and her costume. Before she finished, the officers’ savage frowns had turned into amused stares. Riley just looked dazed.
Officer plains said to him, “you’d better report back to your mother and let her know there’s no problem here—at least there’s no police problem here. Your mother’s the one who called us. We’ll be over to talk to her as soon as we get some more information from this unfortunate young woman.”
officer stucky pointed her light toward the bathroom and pushed marsha before her. “i’ll help you get cleaned up and put something on your hand.”
she soon had marsha’s face clean and a bandage wrapped around her finger. She even applied the perm lotion to the curlers while marsha held the flashlight.
Shortly after the police left, the electricity flipped back on. By the time marsha removed the curlers, washed and blow-dried her hair, and donned a clean pair of jeans and a pink tee shirt, she felt in charge of her life again. She scooped the refuse from the junk drawer into a box and mopped the kitchen floor.
After a deep breath, she grabbed the borrowed flashlight and knocked on mrs. Schultz’ door. Riley opened the door and smiled at her. “hey, there. You clean up nice,” he said. His appreciative gaze slid from her hair to her tee shirt to her shoes and back to her face. “come on in.”
“thank you. I came to return the flashlight. I’ve written myself a note to get batteries for mine. And i want to that you, mrs. Schultz, for being concerned enough to call the police. I had no idea how much blood i had spread around until i saw myself in the light.”
“you were a mess. I figgered someone tried to kill you and you fought back,” mrs. Schultz said.
“i can see how you might have thought that,” marsha said, nodding thoughtfully.
Riley spoke up, “i didn’t know what to think when i saw how you were dressed and all covered with blood. I couldn’t wait to get to your apartment to see what happened.”
marsha drew another deep breath. “i know it’s ten o’clock, but i made a fresh pot of coffee, and i have homemade brownies, if you’d both like to come over.”
“you go ahead, riley. It’s my bedtime and i’m tired. Thanks anyway, but i’ll take a rain check,” mrs. Schultz said.
Riley said, “coffee sounds good to me, and i never turn down brownies, especially homemade. I’ll call you tomorrow, mother.” he stood up, prepared to follow marsha.
“good night, mrs. Schultz. You definitely have a rain check coming,” marsha said with a radiant smile.
As she opened her own apartment door to the aroma of coffee and the brownies she would soon be sharing with riley, marsha thought, “there is a god! I must make time to get better acquainted with that dear little old lady who lives right next door to me.”
the end
is this a novel??????????????
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