Litehawk

Sorry, this happens every time, I guess I'm not clear enough, but the last little bit of the story is me telling you thatthw girl and her dance were personifications ...

The zombies were blinded by the shininess of Edward.

Your Brains by Jonathan Coulton started playing from a mysterious jukebox... The horde was alerted

"Ehehehehehe." The Jockey jumped, and his corpse flew through air as he was filled with bullets. "Pills here!" Said Ellis, miraculously swallowing the whole bottle without skipping a beat. "Don't ...

"No!" Shouted Zoey. It was too late, the witch was running around shrieking, dashing towards Ellis.

The men all gathered round to see the show in the street. A single woman danced, streamers waved around, attached to her jewelry covered hands. The men were mesmerized by ...

"Actually there is friendly fire in Left 4 Dead 2." Said Mario. "Shit, help I'm down." Said Ellis as he dropped suddenly. The zombies swarmed around. All of the sudden ...

"AND LEFT FOR DEAD 2!" Shouted Mario. "I love horses!" Said Ellis, who was holding an automatic shotgun. "Damnit." Said Link, who was sick and tired of all these new ...

Don't worry Nate, I have quite a few short stories written, but I think we should all try to focus inspiration into a short story instead of expanding on it. ...

Woah, ease up on the comma button, and I think it would flow much more smoothly. I know sometimes it's hard to quite get punctuation right because you might read ...

Thanks, I fixed the punctuation and the bad adjective. I agree it was kinda a poor word choice.

"Well technically Sonic was a Sega character, you're so stupid ahahahahahahahahahaha." Said Edward, trying to impress Bella, but obviously failing. "Whatever man, I don't care now that I have my ...

A uniform lay folded in a closet, Dust gathered from months of still, Unseen, unremembered for so long, Past glistening medals commemorating a kill. Years before it was worn with ...

It was because he won so much they just decided not to pay attention to him when he played, instead they just decided who won amongst their own results, discluding ...

Actually Grif, the poem is not about gambling but about debating, and how nobody listened to my arguments, and how I would keep on fighting.. And yeah... That'd why I ...