75. Kid Swimming Underwateridealized_sueAugust 14 2010, 18:04:08 UTC
K’tanya watched as her daughter moved through the water with what seemed to be almost effortless ease. Destiny had always taken to the water, often spending hours in the bathtub even as a toddler. Now she had joined the swim team at school and rarely seemed to leave the pool.
Given her own fiery nature, K’tanya didn’t really understand Destiny’s love of the water. She wondered if perhaps it was a trait the child had inherited from her father.
Perhaps one day she would ask him, but for now she was simply content to watch their daughter in her element.
59. Fishingidealized_sueAugust 14 2010, 19:26:04 UTC
“You want me to do what?”
“Go fishing. You know, head into the great outdoors, spend some quality time with nature, and release some stress. You know, relax?”
“So let me get this straight. You want to drag me out into the middle of nowhere, subject me to dirt, blood sucking mosquitoes, whatever might be floating in the water, and the possibility of actually touching a living fish, and you call that relaxing?”
“Yeah…”
“I don’t think so, Kismet. If you really want to go fishing then you can just go ask Adam. I’m sure he’ll absolutely love the idea.”
87 - SinisterdeadwhitemaleAugust 14 2010, 22:53:05 UTC
The helioxiphos is properly wielded as part of a two-weapon style. A greater blade in one's dominant hand to parry and feint; the shorter sunblade-- too fragile for impact-- kept out of combat, close to the body in the sinister hand, held for opportunity's moment.
Then strike. Twist. Snap.
Ellis wrestles with this. He likes fighting with two knives, but with one you can only use once? Time after time Leila tags him with the bright blade in her left hand.
Watch the sinister, she says. Like he don't know. Like he ain't acquiring burns to help the knowledge take.
63 - Ice CreamdeadwhitemaleAugust 15 2010, 02:32:41 UTC
Creole Creamery offers a 'prize' (your name on a board) to anyone what can finish the Tchoupitoulas-- eight scoops of ice cream, eight toppings.
Val gets it in his head to try this.
Ellis predicts things endin' in bellyaches but what the hell, summer's short an' so's life. He grins as Val stares at the monstrosity what is served up.
By fourth scoop it's apparent Val ain't goin' on no board, but he refuses to trash the rest. They walk from the shop along St. Charles, Val holdin' his Tchoupitoulas.
Up until he drops it, on account Ellis gettin' fresh.
#76 - Author's Choice (Zombie-fightin' time!)tehsoupieAugust 15 2010, 04:09:22 UTC
Walter always knew deep down, that some way or another, he’d get the chance to prove himself -
“Suck on that, bitches!” Swinging with all his might, Walt clocked a zombie hard with the butt-end of his full-size, uncut pineapple, knocking the head clean off its rotting shoulders.
Why a pineapple? It was the only thing on hand at the time - literally. On his way home from the flea market, Walter deemed the shopping trip unsuccessful until he came across a lonely guy selling fresh pineapple at his kiosk.
Killing zombies with the power of pineapple beat eating it any day.
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Given her own fiery nature, K’tanya didn’t really understand Destiny’s love of the water. She wondered if perhaps it was a trait the child had inherited from her father.
Perhaps one day she would ask him, but for now she was simply content to watch their daughter in her element.
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“Go fishing. You know, head into the great outdoors, spend some quality time with nature, and release some stress. You know, relax?”
“So let me get this straight. You want to drag me out into the middle of nowhere, subject me to dirt, blood sucking mosquitoes, whatever might be floating in the water, and the possibility of actually touching a living fish, and you call that relaxing?”
“Yeah…”
“I don’t think so, Kismet. If you really want to go fishing then you can just go ask Adam. I’m sure he’ll absolutely love the idea.”
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Then strike. Twist. Snap.
Ellis wrestles with this. He likes fighting with two knives, but with one you can only use once? Time after time Leila tags him with the bright blade in her left hand.
Watch the sinister, she says. Like he don't know. Like he ain't acquiring burns to help the knowledge take.
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Val gets it in his head to try this.
Ellis predicts things endin' in bellyaches but what the hell, summer's short an' so's life. He grins as Val stares at the monstrosity what is served up.
By fourth scoop it's apparent Val ain't goin' on no board, but he refuses to trash the rest. They walk from the shop along St. Charles, Val holdin' his Tchoupitoulas.
Up until he drops it, on account Ellis gettin' fresh.
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“Suck on that, bitches!” Swinging with all his might, Walt clocked a zombie hard with the butt-end of his full-size, uncut pineapple, knocking the head clean off its rotting shoulders.
Why a pineapple? It was the only thing on hand at the time - literally. On his way home from the flea market, Walter deemed the shopping trip unsuccessful until he came across a lonely guy selling fresh pineapple at his kiosk.
Killing zombies with the power of pineapple beat eating it any day.
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