Monday, July 27, 2009
YFB :D
Collab, Kwang Lin and Louise (not just Kwang Lin now!)
"You" Sir Jiang told his subordinate. He saluted and marched to Sir Jiang. The cyborg liked to see that he was in power, and the subordinates' discipline was evidence, but he was impatient now. "SLOWPOKE!" he yelled, slashing around with his fish knife. Moments later, he ordered the chef to clear up, and make peng sashimi. He managed to live through the next commander's routine by chewing the tough delicacy.
"Bring this to this address..." Jiang commanded. He may have been ruthless but he did reward his men well. The crony ran off, mounted his stallion.
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Michelle sat in her bed. Ahhh, the agony! She knew, she knew, she knew, but how would she say it? For they would never believe it, not ever.
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Peng waddled slowly back. “Tell them that he loves them.” He flicked the thought slowly through his mind, and he knew that it meant much to them. For that was the power of love.
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The crony sped through the plains, knowing full well what the consequences and rewards were if he succeeded. That had been clear since Day One. He had that aim for a long time already. He could not fail now.
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Wobot heard the doorbell ring. It must be Peng again, giving me TIPS which he forgot to tell me he thought. But when he opened the door, however the man masked in black appeared as muscular as his armoured – yes armoured-black steed. Wobot was trembling inside – but he hid it. Glancing at the SJ logo on the horse’s mask… This made him more fearful on the inside- and more courageous on the outside.
“What do you think this is, the Michael Jackson black-and-white thmed tribute party?! I’m not going to give you a limited edition MJ poster or a black-and-white cocktail, thank you. Please leave, your “My Little Pony” is pooping on my garden.”
With that, he slammed the door shut – well, tried to, but the silent man put the edge of his sword in the beam, and the gorce of it siced the door clean in half. The door bounced open. The “My Lttile Pony” pooped defiantly. Silently, again, the creamy wax sealed parcel was dropped on the doorstep. Then he rode like the wind away, the stallion kicking up dirt and a rosebush. His lawn was a sight…
-THE END of the chapter-
whitestorm blogged at 7/27/2009 07:52:00 PM
