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Chap 1: Mysterious Stranger Have you ever experienced something so uncommon, so abnormal that no matter how strong your belief in something is, your opinion can change in less than a second?Chap 1: Mysterious Stranger by ~blackroseless
Of course you haven't. I won't lie and say it's common.
But it's happened to me.
I never was a firm believer in luck, friend ship, or even love for the longes time, until I first met him.
It was late, around 3 am or so and I was making my nightly rounds. Before you start making harsh assumptions, I wouldn't call myself a thief. Much like a boxer, an entrepreneur, or an artist, I made my money the best way I knew how, and I called that scavenging. In Hangfield, Missouri, you cou
Chap 2: Mysterious Stranger I walked home, confused and perplexed by the earlier events of the night. Why and how did he know my name? Why was he listening in on those people? I needed to sleep, and to rest on this whole predicament. I walked up the stairs to my apartment and unlocked the door. "Lu-Lu, you awake?" Lu-Lu's my kitten, and as usual she was snoozing soundly on my bed, and stretched out so I couldn't possibly sleep comfortably. "Sorry, baby," I cooed as I picked her up. Her light blue eyes blinked tiredly and she rubbed against my arm. "It's ok, cookie.." I smiled as I laid down. I always baby talked her, because she was my baby, in a way. I loved her more tChap 2: Mysterious Stranger by ~blackroseless
Chap 3: Mysterious Stranger I counted the money that night when I got home and there it was. There were ten one hundred dollar bills in that envelope. One thousand dollars for that one song. It was perfect, I could pay off this months rent, and still afford groceries and gas. I was slightly disappointed because I couldn't afford to do much else even with the money, but I was more grateful then I could ever express. How on earth could I thank him for this kindness? And how did he know I needed this money? I figured I'd go talk to uncle Hogan, maybe he'd know...Chap 3: Mysterious Stranger by ~blackroseless
"Oh you've got to be kidding me, sugar... A thousand dollars?"
"I'm not kidding, Uncle H! It's right here!" I
Chap 4 : Mysterious Stranger Toss and turn, toss and turn. It was all I could do all night. I couldn't stop thinking about him and his odd kindness. It was 11:30 and I had to wake up early for 'work' the next morning, because it was Saturday, and I had to catch the early morning health freak joggers.Chap 4 : Mysterious Stranger by ~blackroseless
That morning as I left, I pulled on my coat. Autumn seemed to be colder then usual, I thought to myself, and it seemed that a few others got that too. Cold weather, of course, means a harder time opening my car door, which means it rusted shut from the traces of water left from the rain (yes, my car was that bad), and since Uncle Hogan already went to the bank for the morni
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The shade of blue looks slightly unnatural and strange, but I think that works given that the character is supposed to be a stranger.
--Jacob
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"The best trick Hell has to play against its inmates is to whisper to them that this — this now — is the bottom. Nothing can be worse than this. And then to pull the floor away." - Daniel Abraham "Flat Diane"
but I certainly have a thing for cliff hangers.
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"The best trick Hell has to play against its inmates is to whisper to them that this — this now — is the bottom. Nothing can be worse than this. And then to pull the floor away." - Daniel Abraham "Flat Diane"
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"The best trick Hell has to play against its inmates is to whisper to them that this — this now — is the bottom. Nothing can be worse than this. And then to pull the floor away." - Daniel Abraham "Flat Diane"
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"The best trick Hell has to play against its inmates is to whisper to them that this — this now — is the bottom. Nothing can be worse than this. And then to pull the floor away." - Daniel Abraham "Flat Diane"
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