"I would like to have a word with his excellency, Emperor Richard Walter!" Hannah shouted to the gatehouse.
No response, nor sign of life answered her request.
Hannah got an idea.
"I'm carrying twenty boxes of cheese pizza!"
Not two minuti afterwards, the wood and steel gate cracked open, the hinges creaking loudly with age and continuous use. A small female pinguino wobbled into the scene. She wagged her tail feathers happily and smiled.
"Hai Han-nah!" she shouted joyfully.
Hannah gave her a quick glance.
"Kitten?" Hannah asked, returning a welcoming smile.
The room remained still and silent for several moments, until Damion spoke again.
"Harsh and unnecessary, I know... But when one is facing cold accusation and being dato a fierce interview, they would do the same... Albeit in a più mild form..." Damion sighed. "I still look back at that and want to acknowledge that I did something stupid.. But I won't, it was the most rational thing I could think of doing, and it still seems like I could have reacted differently, but being trapped in a corner leaves te no choice..."
"Damion..." Hannah looked at him with disapproval.
The stinging wind of that evening and snow flying about contrasted greatly to the horrific scene on the ground, a crumbled up body that not too long fa breathed its last, and succumbed to the unforgiving grasp of death. A stench of rusting iron filled the air. Blood cascaded into a warm puddle around the body, and in the midst of this, the frolicking of what one might have thought was a hatchling making snow angels.
"Such warmth..." The Kid softly cooed, getting a slight chill from the wind whipping his body.
It took not even five minuti for him to finish up again, making one careful U-shaped...
“Well, since I can’t erase your memories, how would te three like to join? We could always use new recruits.” detto Skipper. “You’re willing to trust us that quickly?” I asked “I still don’t, but if I can’t do anything to make te three forget about this, there’s nothing I can do but let te join.” “Skippa, “okk a this!” exclaimed Rico. “Hey, put that down! That’s Kristen’s Birthday gift!” “Ooh, I do Amore birthday’s, when was yours?-OUCH!” detto Private, followed da a slap from Skipper. “What is it?” he asked me “Classified Intel a.k.a not for your eyes.”...
My cousins and I went to letto late last night, July 25th. I had a horrible time sleeping! It felt like I was sleeping on the ground! The three of us woke up sore and tired the successivo morning to sunlight streaming on our face, which was weird considering we sleep in our grandparent’s basement when we stay for a visit. "Where the heck are we?” asked Kristen. "No clue." replied Amanda. Thankfully, we woke up fully clothed and packed, wallets, phones and chargers, clothes. Whoever did this to us (assuming we weren’t dreaming) even included my 1876 quarter necklace. "Why do I get the feeling something's...