Maycen, Elysia, Gabriel, and Arthur stood in a cerchio around some ashes that once was Dylon Mathers, the famous novelist. HIs life came to a sudden end. It wasn't because he wrote bad books. It was what he based his libri off of. It is one thing to write about fiction but it is entirely different if te write about someone's past and have everyone read it. As I, Kyler Adams, write this horrific tale, I only want te to promise te won't share this with a soul. My life depends on it.
Scrivere this tale will lead me to the same fate as Dylon's. I only wish to share this with te to inform te of the great danger te are in. To make sure te stay alive, te might want to not finish this story. It could be life o death for the both of us. That was just a fair warning.
Maycen had already scanned the entire cave to make sure no one was lurking outside. Arthur had done his part da making sure everyone except for Jade showed up tonight. This was the night they would get rid of their biggest enemy. I know what te are probably thinking. Why was Dylon such a great threat? It was because of what he knew.
They say knowledge is power. Dylon just knew too much about Maycen, Elysia, and Gabriel. He knew their fears, their struggle, and he also knew their greatest weakness. He knew them più then he knew himself. It was surprising that they had let him live this long. Usually, if someone is a threat, they kill them on the spot but not Dylon. He lived much too long. They thought his libri weren't important but più and più people read them. The world was informed about their whereabouts.
Elysia was their leader and he had demanded they should kill Dylon years fa but the to sincere Jade denied it. She was the reason. She should be killed along with this man.
"Will he be able to re-form as a ghost?" asked Arthur. He wore a black mantello to cover his body and to hide his face. "He is well respected and could reappear as a ghost. What will we do then?"
"We will do what we usually do." Elysia scattered the ashes everywhere. "We send his form into the deepest darkest parts of hell."
"We aren't allowed back there remember. te may be the son of Hades but he doesn't want te back there. te were a disappointment. Remember?" questioned Maycen.
"He still has powers of the Underworld so we are good." Gabriel blew out the candles. The cave-like home became pitch black.
"We use our powers but no mortal should know about us." detto Elysia
"What about out secrets? They are currently published to the world," asked Gabriel.
"Simply," replied Maycen. "Destroy all of Earth."
I want to continue this story but I fear they are watching me. I will hand this book down to my niece and she will take care of everything else. Until she recieves this manuscript, my story shall go unknown. I want to make sure te know what te are getting yourself into da Leggere this far into the book. Please beware of them. They aren't your friend.
Scrivere this tale will lead me to the same fate as Dylon's. I only wish to share this with te to inform te of the great danger te are in. To make sure te stay alive, te might want to not finish this story. It could be life o death for the both of us. That was just a fair warning.
Maycen had already scanned the entire cave to make sure no one was lurking outside. Arthur had done his part da making sure everyone except for Jade showed up tonight. This was the night they would get rid of their biggest enemy. I know what te are probably thinking. Why was Dylon such a great threat? It was because of what he knew.
They say knowledge is power. Dylon just knew too much about Maycen, Elysia, and Gabriel. He knew their fears, their struggle, and he also knew their greatest weakness. He knew them più then he knew himself. It was surprising that they had let him live this long. Usually, if someone is a threat, they kill them on the spot but not Dylon. He lived much too long. They thought his libri weren't important but più and più people read them. The world was informed about their whereabouts.
Elysia was their leader and he had demanded they should kill Dylon years fa but the to sincere Jade denied it. She was the reason. She should be killed along with this man.
"Will he be able to re-form as a ghost?" asked Arthur. He wore a black mantello to cover his body and to hide his face. "He is well respected and could reappear as a ghost. What will we do then?"
"We will do what we usually do." Elysia scattered the ashes everywhere. "We send his form into the deepest darkest parts of hell."
"We aren't allowed back there remember. te may be the son of Hades but he doesn't want te back there. te were a disappointment. Remember?" questioned Maycen.
"He still has powers of the Underworld so we are good." Gabriel blew out the candles. The cave-like home became pitch black.
"We use our powers but no mortal should know about us." detto Elysia
"What about out secrets? They are currently published to the world," asked Gabriel.
"Simply," replied Maycen. "Destroy all of Earth."
I want to continue this story but I fear they are watching me. I will hand this book down to my niece and she will take care of everything else. Until she recieves this manuscript, my story shall go unknown. I want to make sure te know what te are getting yourself into da Leggere this far into the book. Please beware of them. They aren't your friend.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store successivo door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say pecora, pecore Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. Rock on them. Yeah, I Amore the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with pecora, pecore that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into pecora, pecore Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coca Cola left from an anno fa shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or te shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, o things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if te die from laughter, o possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Cioccolato coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I Amore Harry Potter
o was it mela, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Cioccolato coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I Amore Harry Potter
o was it mela, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!