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Chapter 3

The Story The Authors

Vashondra looked in on her pathetic little brother, who had fallen asleep at his keyboard again. She was embarrassed to have such a loser little brother, especially considering how fabulously stylish she herself was. And the last thing she wanted was to have him hanging around during her swank cocktail party. She had to get rid of him. She decided to call her old friend Janice who arranged to have him kidnapped while he slept and whisked away to a special school in Utah. Maybe he'd even learn some personal hygiene. So with Joshwa safely out of the picture, Vashondra continued preparations for the cocktail party. cuddles

But, then all of a sudden, the MIB slammed open the door. "You are arressted of kidnapping, and contacting with humans. It turns out, the rules for planet Vash is to stay there." Agent K said, handcuffing Vashondra. "Yeah, and get your busted ass out of the house, you damn woman. Or, thing!" Agent J said, pointing his gun at Vashondra. Once, again, the door slammed open. "Oh, Vashondra! I suppose you found about her plan, K. She was going to invade. Naughty Vashondra." a woman pointed her stick at Vashondra. "Oh, Alice. You may have found about my plan, but it's too late!" Vashondra through her head back and laughed a sickly laugh. KALDSFH

The laughing turned to a gurgling, coughing sound, as if she were choking. The agents lowered their weapons and were about to rush to Vashondra and administer the Heimlich manouvre, when suddenly Vashondra's head snapped forward and she began to spit cocktail olives into the agents' eyes. The agents fell to the floor, writhing in agony and clawing at their eyes because those were not ordinary cocktail olives. They were poisonous olives which struck the agents blind on contact. Then Vashondra whirled around, did a backflip and pulled out her destructo ray gun. "Adios, muchachos!" she said as she vaporized the disabled intruders. She heaved a sigh and replaced the ray gun in it's special hiding spot. "I swear," she said to no one in paricular and straightening her hot pink patent leather mini skirt. "It's getting so that a girl can't throw a simple cocktail party without being hassled by the feds!" cuddles

No kidding, now I only have to... me

go to the other part of the world, just to declare my love to the one most present in my mind. However, I wonder how to travel (train?, boat? horse?), and in which direction (east? west? over the poles?). I cannot make up my mind and anyway, funds are missing. So, walking it is. Perhaps I shall arrive before the end of my life, before darkness engulfs me. Before the hounds of Hell catch up with me. And, without any doubt, I shall need Thomas

a gerat courage and strength for the journey ahead. Or perhaps, my love shall come forth to me... No, just silly fancy. I must go presently to the one I feel so deeply about. The darkness shall not come yet, and the demons may not have my soul. I am stronger than they, with the thoughts of my love to guide me and shiled me from the storm without. And yet, I feel as if Stacey

I need more Prozac, for this story is making me depressed. But what to do? I've forged one too many prescription slips than I care to count. Oh, the shame of it all! margarita

Flowery petals of youth falling into puddles of wine and blood mixed in your hatred. Dark graveyards filled with lost souls wandering. Lilith Rhys Jester

She jumped off the stage and ran into the crowd. Her black patent leather mini skirt didnt exactly allow her to run, so she grabbed her beat up guitar and hustled out of sight. her Jetta was just outside the door, if she could only make it. but No! she trips, oh what a site, washed up rockstar queen laying on the tile floor..this is me unconcious! Almost....ALMOST there..... Khrissy

pool of blood engulfing her head... none

Sitting back in the uncomfortable chair, he pondered the massacre that he had just perpetuated and a slow, malicious smile came over his normally unhappy visage. As he picked a small piece of lint from the lapel of his crushed velvet jacket, he pondered the morality of murdering the group of hippies he had come across -- ultimately deciding it was for the best and that humanity would thank him were he ever caught. Feeling his work was finally done, the man picked up his crimson stained machete and made for the nearest exit. Ariella Schreiber

The Story	The Authors
Vashondra looked in on her pathetic little brother, who had fallen asleep at his keyboard again. She was embarrassed to have such a loser little brother, especially considering how fabulously stylish she herself was. And the last thing she wanted was to have him hanging around during her swank cocktail party. She had to get rid of him. She decided to call her old friend Janice who arranged to have him kidnapped while he slept and whisked away to a special school in Utah. Maybe he'd even learn some personal hygiene. So with Joshwa safely out of the picture, Vashondra continued preparations for the cocktail party.	cuddles
But, then all of a sudden, the MIB slammed open the door. "You are arressted of kidnapping, and contacting with humans. It turns out, the rules for planet Vash is to stay there." Agent K said, handcuffing Vashondra. "Yeah, and get your busted ass out of the house, you damn woman. Or, thing!" Agent J said, pointing his gun at Vashondra. Once, again, the door slammed open. "Oh, Vashondra! I suppose you found about her plan, K. She was going to invade. Naughty Vashondra." a woman pointed her stick at Vashondra. "Oh, Alice. You may have found about my plan, but it's too late!" Vashondra through her head back and laughed a sickly laugh.	KALDSFH
The laughing turned to a gurgling, coughing sound, as if she were choking. The agents lowered their weapons and were about to rush to Vashondra and administer the Heimlich manouvre, when suddenly Vashondra's head snapped forward and she began to spit cocktail olives into the agents' eyes. The agents fell to the floor, writhing in agony and clawing at their eyes because those were not ordinary cocktail olives. They were poisonous olives which struck the agents blind on contact. Then Vashondra whirled around, did a backflip and pulled out her destructo ray gun. "Adios, muchachos!" she said as she vaporized the disabled intruders. She heaved a sigh and replaced the ray gun in it's special hiding spot. "I swear," she said to no one in paricular and straightening her hot pink patent leather mini skirt. "It's getting so that a girl can't throw a simple cocktail party without being hassled by the feds!"	cuddles
No kidding, now I only have to...	me
go to the other part of the world, just to declare my love to the one most present in my mind. However, I wonder how to travel (train?, boat? horse?), and in which direction (east? west? over the poles?). I cannot make up my mind and anyway, funds are missing. So, walking it is. Perhaps I shall arrive before the end of my life, before darkness engulfs me. Before the hounds of Hell catch up with me. And, without any doubt, I shall need	Thomas
a gerat courage and strength for the journey ahead. Or perhaps, my love shall come forth to me... No, just silly fancy. I must go presently to the one I feel so deeply about. The darkness shall not come yet, and the demons may not have my soul. I am stronger than they, with the thoughts of my love to guide me and shiled me from the storm without. And yet, I feel as if	Stacey
I need more Prozac, for this story is making me depressed. But what to do? I've forged one too many prescription slips than I care to count. Oh, the shame of it all!	margarita
Flowery petals of youth falling into puddles of wine and blood mixed in your hatred. Dark graveyards filled with lost souls wandering.	Lilith Rhys Jester
She jumped off the stage and ran into the crowd. Her black patent leather mini skirt didnt exactly allow her to run, so she grabbed her beat up guitar and hustled out of sight. her Jetta was just outside the door, if she could only make it. but No! she trips, oh what a site, washed up rockstar queen laying on the tile floor..this is me unconcious! Almost....ALMOST there.....	Khrissy
pool of blood engulfing her head...	none
Sitting back in the uncomfortable chair, he pondered the massacre that he had just perpetuated and a slow, malicious smile came over his normally unhappy visage. As he picked a small piece of lint from the lapel of his crushed velvet jacket, he pondered the morality of murdering the group of hippies he had come across -- ultimately deciding it was for the best and that humanity would thank him were he ever caught. Feeling his work was finally done, the man picked up his crimson stained machete and made for the nearest exit.	Ariella Schreiber

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