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Curse ch. 11."......the building lay in ruines as the black smoke of the napalm burned through flesh, eerth, and rock. One soldier, one only lay on the ground twenty feet away from the building's demolished figure. He lay with his face in the earth and his M-14 rifle to his far left side, his left arm broken and his spirite was now in the form of shattered galss. A form of a man in black cloaks emerged from the reck, it was tall, broad sholdered, and a gothic tone flowed around the him as he aproched the soldier on the ground with great hate in his eyes......"
Curse ch 19.".....the sun began to rise off the coast and the pitch blackness of the night was over. We could finally feel safe about something for once in our beaten lives. As the hours passed we began to think about where our squad was, well those who hopefully made it out from the hell the Hellstrok had unleashed onto us from there Hellshater cannons and Sky Reiver gunships. One of our scouting parties had once said that there was a Elikai warrior scouting team just about twelve clicks to the west of our location, and that they were moving fast, lucky us....."
Ch 17......".......they moved through the nightlike sadows in the morning's breez. We were on one side, and they were on another, we moved as one through the snow and trees trying to keep to our selves and if we made one sound, one little creek, they would know. The Hellstrok were in greater numbers as usual, and also better equiped which as always made it impossible for us to beat them at anything. "Where are the Russian runts!? I want to tear out there stomachs and feast upon there beating hearts!?." bellowed one of the large Hellstrok shock troopers truging through the three foot snow that made moving a tank all the more difficult. "They are tawrds the north...left of our possison" the voice of a comander, of any Hellstrok made your blood run cold and your heart hide it's beat. For the Hellstrok could hear the very beating of an infants heart, and the beating of a grown man's was all the more easy to hear, even through a blizzard for these horrid creations. All of a suden the Hellstrok came to
Curs ch 6.".......as I moved back from the black smoke with my rifle in hand, it moved out into view slowly. THese beings couldn't possibly be human, no way, a human would have died from that. This was alien, devil, something from hell or another world. It moved closer to me slowly with its head down, covered in a black mist and surounded by some kind of evil that gave it power and streangth. I lined him up with my sightes, and squeezed the trigger of my B.A.R slowly, and for the first time in my life......i was scared......"
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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