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War of Demons 1Gusts of wind and thunder roared as bolts of lightening crashed. A kitsune ran through the forest, a small streak of wet fur. Another bold of lightening flashed and the kitsune squeaked; surprised. The kitsune crouched, frozen in fear. His usually shining golden fur was soaked to his tanned skin and a dull red.
Searching frantically in vain, the kitsune ran. Home was all that rang in his one track mind. He had to get home. A fierce determination was all that was driving the small fox. But the sea was miles away! How could he to Umigakure before they did? No! He would not doubt his abilities! He was strong enough to take on all of those humans! The kitsune squinted his eyes and his paws clawed at the ground to push him farther.
Though this is what he thought, one puny demon was not enough to take on all of those humans. But the thought drove him on.
After what seemed like hours of nonstop running, the rain was letting up a bit and the thunder had ceased. The kitsune lifted h
Blood Falls, as do Tears 6Naruto walked down an alleyway, alone. It was almost after dark and his limp was getting pretty damn annoying. He grasped his left arm tightly, keeping the blood flow from getting out of hand. Naruto hopped slightly over an overfilled trashcan, earning a wince from the pressure on his leg.
Kit? Kyuubis concerned voice perked up. Why didnt you fight back?
I tried, Kyuu-chan, Naruto shot. They jumped me, the bastards. They dont usually do that.
Okay, okay. You dont need to yell at me, kit.
Naruto sighed heavily. He knew it wasn't Kyuubi's fault; he was just annoyed. He was finally at the end of the alleyway and he stopped to look. No ones there he said to himself.
He walked out in the opening. The reason why he didnt want anyone to see him wasnt because he was afraid of getting beaten up again. He was afraid one of his friends would see him like this and ask what happen
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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