![IMG_20180316_224311.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQma2gfMN9JmU4XrGE5V8VcU13Pz3mmDFW1fYDSdkncHQ4b/IMG_20180316_224311.jpg) Amy stepped down the last of her 23 stairs with a little hop. It was her birthday. She was 24 today and she finally felt like a grown up. Amy sang her favorite song as she walked to the bus stop. Something caught her eye right away. The across the street was a girl wearing Amy's exact outfit. The woman at the store said the suit was a "one and only" and perfect for Amy to wear on her birthday. Amy stared at the woman, who was admittedly beautiful and thought "she does have different shoes" Amy boarded the bus a sat next to a teenager. The teenager was wearing the same shoes as Amy. They were a different color yet still the same design. Amy purchased her shoes out of state and was sure she'd be unique. Nope. The bus arrived at Amy's stop and she hurried off. When Amy arrived at work there was a big Happy Birthday Banner. Amy felt tears come to her eyes. How sweet she tho
I searched my handbag looking for the keys to my house. The time was 9pm. I had worked extra hours again tonight as it has been since some days now. Some staff were laid off causing an increase in my workload but the pay is yet to be increased. I cursed underneath my breath as I remembered how my boss pushes me to my limits everyday to get his work done. Once inside the house, i opened the fridge looking for something to munch only to find it empty. I had made a mental note of stopping at the mall to buy a loaf of bread before heading home. Damn! Now I have to rush down before it closes for the night. I quickly dropped my handbag. Picking up my purse I headed out into the night and towards the mall. Inside the mall, the calmness and coolness of the environment was so welcoming. Very few people at the mall tonight and I wondered why. I took a shopping basket and walked towards the bakery but a foreign bottle of mayonnaise on one of the shelves caught my attention. I stopped and picked it up examining it when
Without a word, the chief got his feet and son turns to the direction of the staircase. Atiaba turned to Emeroua- the other man was and steve as teacher. Quickly release the lizard. Atiaba muttered. Emeroua turned to his companion, are you sure is a great idea, reaching for his innocent forgot what did you just run for a while you have the chance. https://steemitimages.com/0x0/http://maxpixel.freegreatpicture.com/static/photo/1x/Sun-Nature-Hell-Heat-Tanning-Lazy-Beach-Brown-2421968.jpg You nit-witted idiots. Atiaba snapped . Feeling double crossed. It better release that lizard or the only thing you'll be trying to release will be my grip of your neck? The chief return it is international passport and handed it over to Atiaba. We will go with this Atiaba said starting the password into his inner pocket, we will return in two days.
![a stranger death.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmafokTyqRZgYpJatpKXNDjULJe8yViNky2wLpStWm4wnX/a%20stranger%20death.jpg) Previous Chapters: [Ch 1](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death) | [Ch 2](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-2) | [Ch 3](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-3) | [Ch 4](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-4) | [Ch 5](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-5) | [Ch 6](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-6) | [Ch 7](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-7) | [Ch 8](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-8) | [Ch 9](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-9) | [Ch 10](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-10) | [Ch 11](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-11) | [Ch 12](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-12) | [Ch 13](https://steemit.com/fiction/@appent/a-stranger-death-ch-
Ose couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to know who was at the door with her daughter. She supported herself with a walking stick, and with her second hand on the wall, she found her way to the entrance of the shop where she met Chika speaking with the stranger. <center>https://steemitimages.com/0x0/http://wickedsistersault.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/wicked-sister-logo_small.gif</center> The gentleman suddenly turned cold when Ose appeared. Chika noticed his frozen face but was rather interesting in reaching out to steady her mother, who had come to the door by herself. "And who are you talking to, Chika?" Ose asked again. She seemed paranoid. It wasn't safe talking to any stranger, especially not in the city.
"I have more to bring," Like mumbled as they relished their meals. "I have eighteen more of my brothers' children to bring here." The witches clapped and sang her praise. They were glad that liju was forever set to participate in many of such feasts. https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://www.metal-archives.com/images/3/5/4/0/3540267154_logo.jpg "We are solidly behind you," they pledged. "we'll give you all the support that you need. Wherever you go, we'll follow." "I shall not rest until I have killed them all," Liju vowed. The leader of the witches promised Liju more powers. Soon, they all dispersed to their various houses where their bodily part awaited them.
I need you to change for the better. Please my son," She said. Tear burned down my cheeks as she spoke to me. I knew I had hurt her so much by my bad behaviour and that moment, I decided to change. I promise her I would change. https://steemitimages.com/0x0/http://titlesussex.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/diamonds-800x445.jpg# She talked to my father but he dismissed it, saying I was incorrigible and would never toe the right path. It hurt me to think that my father had lost hope and faith in me. That challenged me. I was determined to be the best boy just to put a smile on my mother's face.
!(https://steemitimages.com/DQmayszB95KtQLQPEZToRSYtJZGC68CHS5imKJJbjFcA5WP/image.png) 林雷不由转头朝厅门处看去。 穿着红色长袍地吉尔默腰杆笔直，笑容亲切。目光却是凌厉坚毅的很，在两名白衣祭祀的跟随下。吉尔默大步地步入了厅门当中。 “这吉尔默已经到了。希望克莱德来的慢一点。”林雷心中期待。 他这一个计划。唯一的弱点就是克莱德会和一个九级魔法师同时到来，毕竟溶血毒对于魔法师是无效地。 林雷当即站起。上前道：“吉尔默大人。” “林雷。你看你。脸色这么苍白，快坐下。”吉尔默立即上前两步抉住林雷。 “吉尔默大人，没事，我虽然修炼斗气伤了内腑，可是正常地行动还是没问题的。只可惜。至少最近一段时间，我无法修炼斗气了。”林雷叹了一口气说道。 “这个时候你还想修炼?”吉尔默恼怒道，“外伤容易好。可这内腑伤
<center>![Ward_in_the_Hospital_in_Arles (1).jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmQDAwP6LmwTXMv2hPkBwaGu5jAfUqvoY7wivv7jAdnUbB/Ward_in_the_Hospital_in_Arles%20(1).jpg) *[Ward in the Hospital in Arles 1889 by Vincent Van Gogh.](https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corsia_dell%27ospedale_di_Arles)*</center> Sewaktu kecil, Dedi memberi tahu gurunya bahwa dia diadopsi. Semasa remaja, dia menangis tersedu-sedu, sedih tak terkira karena ‘teman baik’nya pindah ke luar kota. Dia tak punya teman—baik atau tidak baik. Pada usia sembilan belas, Dedi tenggelam dalam kesedihan yang dalam. Dia berbaring di tempat tidur siang dan malam, meratapi kemiskinan yang ada dalam khayalnya. Kami punya empat mobil keluaran tahun sebelumnya dengan nomor polisi satu digit—dua ganjil dan satu genap , tiga pembantu, tukang kebun, supir dan seminggu sekali kolam renang di belakang rumah dibersihkan oleh pembersih kolam profesional. Rumah yang pajak bumi dan bangunannya bisa untuk membeli tunai sebuah rumah tipe 72 m2 di pinggiran kota.
<center>![Gamer Girl by Mari Mancusi.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmQkutK9MAapgE45yYdJ9gDk3o4mWZUVcSS8pToqgJcsfA/Gamer%20Girl%20by%20Mari%20Mancusi.jpg)</center> Genre: Young Adult Sub Genre: Fiction; Online Gaming, Manga, New Kid, Divorce, Roleplaying, High School Rating: 5 out of 5 Stars Back Cover: ZOMG, it rox to be a gamer girl! Maddy’s life: not so rockin’. Her parents split, she’s stuck in a new, small town at a school full of Aberzombies and Haters, she has a crush on someone she really shouldn’t like, and she’s stuck with the nickname Freak Girl. Sometimes it’s enough to retreat into her drawing – her manga is totally important to her – but when she gets Fields of Fantasy for her birthday, she knows she’s found the one place she can be herself. In the game world, Maddy can transform from regular outcast high school student to Allora, a beautiful Elfin princess with magical powers to take down enemies with a snap of her fingers and a wave of her want. As Allora, Maddy’s virtua
## <center>En una vieja playa, tres amigos fueron en caminos diferentes en busca de un tesoro escondido, una gran cantidad de cosas valiosas hay guardadas allí. Y uno solo lo encontró, no dijo nada y luego lo escondió y no compartió, _solo hay un culpable_ # Pero la pregunta sigue en pie</center> <center>https://image.ibb.co/i0Gaxx/1380895067584.jpg</center>
<html> <p><img src="https://s18.postimg.org/tnwsyj6op/Bong.png" width="960" height="480"/></p> <p>James Bong races to save an inventor of a free energy material. </p> <p><em><strong>Scene 1 </strong></em><br> </p> <p><em>Bong and Punch have just escaped the Triad underground prison and are on the move in Macao. </em><br> </p> <p>Bong: So where’s your inventor friend? <br> Punch: Central Africa. <br> </p> <p>Bong: Central Africa? Why Africa? <br> </p> <p>Punch: They have less electronic surveillance. It’s easier to be a ghost. More importantly, Central Africa has resources he needs to make the substance. Resources that aren't as common in other parts of the world. <br> </p> <p>Bong: I don’t suppose you have any gadgets handy? Or cash? <br> Punch (sarcastic): Oh, sure, they let me keep all my personal stuff during my month in prison. <br> </p> <p>Bong: Any locals you trust? <br> Punch: Not a soul. <br> </p> <p>Bong; Why the
![Chukwy 20180223_171452.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmY4iuvfahoErCpz3uZe9sDNjLMsbGD3RNsNBTAhPttmtr/Chukwy%2020180223_171452.jpg) Soon we might be expecting the presence of unkwon entites known as alien. Alien on a dictionary point of view is: A person, animal, plant, or other thing which is from outside the family, group, organization, or territory under consideration. A foreigner residing in a country. Any life form of extraterrestrial origin. One excluded from certain privileges; one alienated or estranged. Now from the perspespective of the whole matter is that aliens are foregin bodies that visit location to learn about the people and also share their experience with others and gain from them
<div class=text-justify>A controversy that is many years old and has been mysteriously disappearances of ships and airplanes in this immense sea area between the vertices of Puerto Rico, Fort Lauderdale (Florida) and the archipelago of Bermuda. In 1953 the first writings about the strange disappearances began to be published, but it was in 1964 when the term "Bermuda Triangle" was coined, thanks to the American writer Vincent Gaddis who published the first book on the subject. Years later, Charles Berlitz, also an American writer, published a book called "The Bermuda Triangle" where he mixed real facts with a lot of fiction. That's how the legend is created.</div> <center>https://steemitimages.com/DQmYVGNHyiGyjBjTq2RcSTbkRYvMhxVJrebEW1Gyys25bUR/image.png</center> <center>[Source](http://www.crhoy.com/archivo/desapariciones-en-el-triangulo-de-las-bermudas-no-superan-a-otros-mares-w5n6x/ambiente/)</center> <br> In spite of this no real tests have been published... <br> <div class=text-justify>According to a
<html> <p><CENTER><img src="https://nekenz.kaelci.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/Image3.jpg" width="653" height="367"/></CENTER></p> <p><CENTER>Written by @Kaelci for the <a href="https://steemit.com/constrainedwriting/@svashta/constrained-writing-contest-22-winners-of-constrained-writing-contest-21">Constrained Writing Contest #22</a> hosted by @svashta</CENTER></p> <p><CENTER><img src="https://steemit-production-imageproxy-thumbnail.s3.amazonaws.com/U5dso2862x5p44gu2yNtVsAzMFhhmmV_1680x8400" width="305" height="26"/></CENTER></p> <p><CENTER>The contest requires that the story is at least 250 words in length,<br> and that "-ing" words are not to be used.</CENTER></p> <p><CENTER><img src="https://steemit-production-imageproxy-thumbnail.s3.amazonaws.com/U5dso2862x5p44gu2yNtVsAzMFhhmmV_1680x8400" width="305" height="26"/></CENTER></p> <h2><CENTER>The Void's Approach</CENTER></h2><br> <p>The soft fall of her footsteps were unconcealed by the crunch of the undergrowth as she flittered from tree to tree. She was
<center>Tears of blood fall from my broken heart I never thought we would be apart When you held me you said "forever" Now that you're gone I know you meant "never" Saying you love me with that look in your eye And that was a cold hearted lie Your tender touch, a soft kiss Two things about you I will miss As I sit here thinking about you My face is wet with tears past due I should've cried a long time ago But I loved you so I know they say love is blind But I had only you on my mind A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life</center> ![image](https://img.esteem.ws/lvc1dw0q0v.jpg) Image source :
![Adi_Shakti_the_Supreme_Spirit_without_attributes.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQma7wsSA3wLYXUWJkrTcTDo8vTTyxDRpFgcCymviUMxzF7/Adi_Shakti_the_Supreme_Spirit_without_attributes.jpg) I have no idea what to expect. Some Indian music plays in the background, a sitar, warbly singing, Mantras maybe. We sit in a circle on a large white couch. The Deeksha Givers ask us to close our eyes and relax or meditate. I’m in half lotus slowly counting my breath. I feel hands on top of my head. And then….. https://medium.com/@stevenbhow/kundalini-confusion-haibun-ea813a837be6
<center> ![awsmpic4.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmenmpAuPp6DjrHgMX2A3Th3kR4J2w8mNWJ5Hyyo6MNwix/awsmpic4.jpg) *Photo by Awsmguy who has no interest in STEEM, used with permission.* </center> This is the story of my life. Of my being. And maybe, just maybe, of my future. Don't turn away from me. What do you care what I appear to be, to illustrate? I am the embodiment of hope. Cause life is a whore’s feast and you're all invited. The strategy is simple ... You can't afford to lose, there are no second chances. The war is on. If you don't fight, if you don't win, you will die. Die and be forgotten. Just die. There are no second chances, no options. Its black and white and red all over. You will die if you don't win, you will live if you don't lose. Its as simple as that. This is a game no more, this is life. And there are no second chances. Why do we fight? Why do we devote our miserable shit lives to a constant battle, a battle that never ends? Because there is no avoiding it. Because that is our missi
Wow I am behind on the prompts so will try to get back. ![image.png](https://res.cloudinary.com/hpiynhbhq/image/upload/v1521243584/gjhbqxhclsxyveerdah2.png) Art by @deadgrlsuppastar We all know the story of the jealous queen who fed Snow White the poisoned apple. A tale of envy and deceit as old as time. We know how she transformed into an old crone with a shiny red apple to entice her victim. We now she did it because she wanted to be the most beautiful of them all. Yet no one knew about the tale of the road she went where a gnarled tree was present. It grew by a poisonous creek where animals died drinking from it. Their corpses litter the creek, adding more poison and rot to the water. Out of one of its branches a lone red apple hangs about. The queen reaches out and plucks it and stares at the maleficence it gives out. "It is perfect" she says as she tucks it in the basket and proceed towards the house of the dwarves.
<center>![UEE marine defending his Vanguard Hoplite on moon Daymar by Glenn Batuyong.png](https://steemitimages.com/DQmVqA1NTUWKhihyE3CoMzSmEkYJPCSvjWJ7vR6fBLsYiF4/UEE%20marine%20defending%20his%20Vanguard%20Hoplite%20on%20moon%20Daymar%20by%20Glenn%20Batuyong.png)</center> <br> Among the emerald swarm of Reptilians stood a 3-meter tall alien with scales as red as a dying sun. They were referred to as 'Dragons', and, despite not being able to breathe fire, they were incredibly dangerous. Stronger, faster, and meaner than the normal Reptilian, they were not a foe to be tangles with lightly. Their presence among the “lesser” Reptilians, boosted the eagerness of the green ones to fight. “Back to back! Make a circle!” ordered Vlad. Their mission was to distract the Lizzies, not necessarily survive. Keeping them fighting here, meant they were not going to the engine room. The carbines of the marines fired a wall of flechettes, dropping half a dozen aliens in each salvo, but they kept coming. The ring of R