It has been four years since the infamous serial killings happened at Smallprairie High School in Colorado, and Jones, a cop stationed at the high school long ago, still leads investigations in Colorado Springs. However, his life filled with murders and law is plagued with a copy-cat killer who is wavering off underage prostitutes in a bar of the town's personal ghetto.
*The undertones portray symbolism based on a true story.*
Updates every Monday.
©Inane Iliad Nguyein 2017
*Massive editing because I suck at English.
The Greek gods are still alive and well.
Hades still controls the Underworld,
Iris still holds up the rainbows,
The titans are still suffering in Tartarus.
But when a titan breaks his bonds, he awakes the one thing the gods secretly fear.
They're alive and well too, just one problem...
They're pissed off.
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They've always been depicted in oral story-telling, literature, and known in every culture as horrible, ugly beasts that devour humans, annihilate civilizations, and ruin lives.
But now they're just little pests to humans.
Ever since the countries came up with their own Demon Killing Machines, humans have not been able to see, nor do they care, about the evil beasts that tortured their ancestors long ago.
Until one country awakes a macabre beast.
One that destroyed their land long ago.
Is a collection of stories which are just for fun, I have had them in mind for a while now with my character Jing-Li, from the Master Guardian series, being a famous musician and composer who basically plays for a lot of Japanese bands, of cause I cannot say which ones they are for legal reasons. All I will say is, they are some of my favourites. ^_^
These are some of the things he would do for a band if they were without a member at a crucial time.
Two rival light heavyweight boxing champions pull on their boxing gloves for a grudge match, a match to finally prove to the other who's haymaker's pack the most punch. For it may be their last. The two champion boxing rivals are comin' out of retirement for one last bout for glory.
The twist, however, are many... sleeping around with the your rival's girlfriend who later conceived your child! Oh, the gossip couldn't be juicer! And some mumbo-jumbo mystical nonsense about some tree in Piston's backyard that keeps losing leaves after he does something wrong, like drinking while his grandkid is in the car! Oh, and he's getting sicker and sicker as the leaves fall, Oh the humanity! That's not good for the fight.
And so the Clash of these two Old junkyard Dogs begins!
"Grandpa Kirk died yesterday, at the blessed age of Seventy eight." Said Ansel as he spoke into the microphone mounted to the dark wood podium scratched and banged up from years of neglect, rain dripped through the church's ceiling the air was dank, dirty, and moist. Morning light beamed through the huge stained glass window behind him, some of it shattered and discolored. "We were able to give Kirk a joyous extra eight years, before he died a peaceful and natural passing, in a way we saved him from the ruthless fate he would've faced at the hands of the Nazi Regime, that he would've faced eight years before his death.
Ansel wiped tears from his eyes, as he stepped down from the literal soap box, and walked towards the brown coffin, walking past puddles on the darkened red carpet. He held a bouquet of roses and rested it on top of the coffin, he then pushed down on the coffin, it sank down into the floor and fell into a chamber of countless other coffins, the ones Ansel saved.