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Alexandretta returned to her log cabin in the woods after her and Rage defeated more psychotics with metal hockey masks and machete blades. Rage returns in His Programmed Demonic diesel In Rage. His spirit was broken by one of the thugs, and Alexandretta Calls With Skynet Controls World Wide to the Brain Waves everyone on Earth and finds a Geisha in Japen, also a Cyborg, to Repair Rage.

Alexandretta, the daughter of Cyborg X West. Returns to the cabin in the most ancient woods after running down and up skyscrapers, and across roof tops. From her previous kill. She returns to Rage's woods. To the log cabin in the most ancient woods. She IS In THE Void, and Mind Merged In THE Void, Reprogrammed with the Brain Waves and Yellow Seal and Samadhi with the Brain Waves of Kundalini Yoga and Shakti Yoga Energy Esoteric Occult Effects.

Cyborg X West daughter Alexandretta. After the two bank heist she returns to the woods of her Father Rage and to his cabin in the most ancient woods. She IS a Demon Gained Predestiny to Become a Demon like Her Father also with the Brain Waves, Reprogrammed with the Yellow Seal and Samadhi with the Brain Waves. She is an unstoppable force of pure Cyborg Unit Programmed with Glory. She Senses like her Father Rage who to Hunt.

Cyborg X West daughter Alexandretta. A full bodied Cyborg with Consciousness and Soul of Brain Waves Programmed Into her Cyborg. Demonic. Sensing what to Hunt and who is guilty, and murderous, to kill. She runs across roof tops, only to find a bank heist in progress. She Senses all the attackers. They all deserve to die. One attacker is out front guarding, so she shoots him through the throat with her MB thermal silenced.

The first Hellhound Became Mind Merged In THE Void like the first Warwolf, and Wendigo Creature. After Predestiny to Become a Demon Hellhound. The first Hellhound was black and with fire, the second Hellhound like Cerberus Devil May Cry 3, and the third Hellhound like the Demon Hellhound from the movie. The first Hellhound Gains Predestiny to Cause new Species of Demon Hellhounds, the best version of which from same movie like the Red Wolf Man Wolf Form.

"The last few nurses we've hired have all flaked on me," Jim said with an exhausted sigh. "Please tell me you don't plan on flaking."

Halle and I had only been living in Brunswick, Georgia for a few months. We moved here from Tallahassee over the summer and honestly, we missed home. But hey, the area had grown on us. We liked the beaches and the culture. But one place we hadn’t checked out yet was Jekyll Island. Jekyll had a mystique to it to say the least. It had history given that it once served as a vacation destination for many of America’s wealthy elites during The Gilded Age. The opportunity to visit said island arose…

“It’s going to happen, Jack. Nothing we can do about it. The wheels are already in motion. Higher-ups tell me I need to release the staff by the end of the week.” “Then ‘AM 640 - Talk of the Town’ becomes what, exactly?” Ron sighed. “Another DJ-less, auto-programmed, adult easy listening station.” “Aww, Christ on a bike,” I said. “They’re stealing the soul of this industry. Our Arbitron numbers grew last ratings cycle.”

One time, near Prescott, Arizona, I witnessed a ghostly wagon train rumble across the scrub brush for nearly an hour. Kept pace with my truck as I screamed down the highway. The driver even doffed his cap to me. I returned the favor as he evaporated into a fine mist.

Honestly, I liked the drive. It was the scenic route and those beautiful country roads were part of the reason why I didn’t mind the commute. Driving became an escape for me. Cathartic even.

"Flabbergasted. F - L - A - B - B - E - R - G -A - S - T - E - D. Flabbergasted." Sweat rolled down Natalie's forehead as she watched the three judges chatter amongst themselves. Her heart was beating so vibrantly, she felt like wheezing. Each aching moment was like a nail being gradually driven between her fingernails. After what felt like an eternity of suspended animation, the female judge tilted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and nodded. "Good job, Ms. Flowers."

God, I hope I'm just going crazy. You ever had one of those "how in the hell did I get here" moments? I mean those flashes of clarity where you really see your life. You look in the mirror and you’re so far removed from the person you dreamed of being when you were a kid that you're stunned speechless.

Hello readers. I'm writing this because a few hours ago I woke up from a nightmare and there's this... Really weird coincidence, but I'll get to that in a minute. The dream was about this story I read in, I think, 2001 or maybe 2002 I can't quite remember, on a forum I used to go to called bourftforums.net, which was a forum built around this Norwegian indie band called Bourft. Their songs were okay, but I hardly ever listened to them. I only went there because my older sister did, and I stayed…

May 18, 2011. My name is Greg, I just moved into my new house in Pennsylvania. Me and my Girlfriend have had the house for at least four months now and we've managed to mold it into what we've wanted for years. My Girlfriend, Carmen works almost the entire day so I find myself with the entire new house to myself with a lot of time to kill. But lets just cut to the chase...

I gradually became aware that I was awake again, sadly. I enjoyed those fleeting moments of unconscious sleep where the minutes and hours slowly drift away, and then pick up speed until you are redlining it in 5th gear... then BLAM!!! Awake again. Who knows how much later. Fifteen minutes or ten hours, time used to be relative.

​Steve was a respected city official who, from time to time, liked to break away from his daily routine and visit his hometown, located about 30 kilometers away. He stood at the station dressed in an elegant suit and hat, carrying a large suitcase. The weather that day was drowsy and rainy; he had forgotten to bring an umbrella. Thus, when the train arrived, he boarded quickly, took a window seat, and began to read a book. The front of the locomotive bore a sign: "Train to Nowhere."

Amitriptyline, 25 mg. Her dose. Her name on the label, spelled the way only she spelled it, with the small accent she'd added at the DMV and never let anyone drop. I hadn't refilled anything. I hadn't opened the app since the funeral. But the receipt said the order was placed five days ago, from my account, and the pickup was authorized with a short code I did not remember choosing.

The Bainbridge Ghost Tours used to be a tradition in my hometown around Halloween. It was always cheap and heavy on the schlock. Hammy tour guides, cheesy music, cheap decorations. Picture ‘Monster Mash’ as a two-hour ghost tour and you get the idea. But given the town's limited history and questionable urban legends, I couldn't really blame Mr. and Mrs. Wesley for going all out with their prized attraction.

I used to hear in school to never sleep with a mirror facing your bed. People said that mirrors were portals to other dimensions and realities. I always thought it was a load of rubbish. How could a mirror, a simple reflection, be the gateway to something so powerful?

The first time I visited the Otherworld was when I was eleven. One moment I’d been having some peaceful dream I hardly remember, and the next, I was shooting up in bed with a gasp. I pulled my blanket tighter around myself as I looked around uneasily.