.... suspended above the stage driver. The passengers nervous, expecting to hear shots fired. The jumped at every bump in the road that the wheels struck. Clutching their baggage close, they prayed that the night would pass quickly. The Highwayman, alerted to the approaching stage, was hidden by the road, and concealed by the fog, he was not yet able to discern the light from the quickly approaching lantern. Clutching his pistol, his only weapon, he planned to take all the that he desired from the stage. His family was at home, sitting by the fire. His late night occupation provided .....

.... off of the tree it is on and taking a massive bite out of it. I experience a totally different sensation when I suck on a sour coated candy. Warheads are one of my favorites. Eating one of these potent pellets is a tortuous thing to do to myself, but I love the risk. My face cringes up and my eyes’ are squinted shut until I get every last tart coating off. Sour Patch Kids are also a trip. These little children like squishy candies I can chew ,but the bitter taste lasts the whole time I am chomping. Last but not least, Tear Jerkers are the worst to handle. I love to eat them but th .....

.... Further down, the icy walls creates a shiver at the slightest touch. The black, elusive ground, makes a sound like a quivering stew. All around the foundation, bloody clawmarks indent the frosty barrier. Fingernails screeching fills the dark space. One, two, three, steps more, and the tail of a snowy bushed monster creeps out from around the corner. It's ample structure growls throughout the barren, frozen lair. Once it's boisterous voice has echoed throughout the entire cavern, the mysterious creature peers from around the enclosed corner. Waiting, watching with hungry eyes .....

.... be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby .....

.... a stock called Nextlink communications. I have no idea what the company is about, but it did pretty well so I was happy. Then I bought NPC International Inc., just because I wanted more stocks and it sounded good. I bought Music Land stores because I play the guitar and I love music so I had to buy that stock. I already own Walt Disney stock in real life. My grandfather bought it for me for my 10th birthday. If it's good enough for him it's certainly good enough for me. K-Mart had changed their name to the Big-K about a week before I bought the stock. Maybe this would bring in so .....

.... Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until a teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision, we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had always thought that adult supervision was outdated by the time we were this old. We had come to this place to get away from adults and all the other P.C. people in this world, and now we had to join them again. At lunch time, I wander now, using the tape player in any open classroom and get into screaming matches with people, it's all just little kid fun an .....

.... basket. This is jammed tight between the garbage can and the desk, which sits near the corner. The tops of the desk are white, but the supports are black. School books cover the bottom shelf, while the next two have miscellaneous items on them. On the top shelf, an encased basketball sits. It's an Olympic ball dipped in gold. Next to the ball, hanging on the gray, black, and white marble-like painted walls, is a tournament bracket for last year's College Basketball Championship. Under the bracket is the light switch, and next to it is a black light. The next wall is bare, but in .....

.... or perhaps I was merely intoxicated by her. Nonetheless, she amazingly felt the same drawing to me, and we were unable to contain our affections. We continued seeing one another in secret after the wedding; after all, without love her marriage was invalid. After a while, though, our conniving king took aware of our dealings and banished me to the barren Arundel. It was there I met a woman of average beauty, but with the only name worthy of my attentions: Isolt des Mains-Blancs. (That's "of the white hands" if your other language fails you.) I could not betray my love however, so o .....

.... and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to the cries and the calling, I have to get home. I have to, the children want their dinner. She sits in the bus away from the window. Afraid to look out. Cars and people on the footpath. People watching. For her. Tom says it' .....

.... and she's too much for me. Sure it could work. But like I said I want to keep my "Macho man, don't mess with me" reputation, which I feel strongly about. Another thing I could do is simply help her whenever she does anything wrong. But the problem is, she does practically everything wrong. That can get very annoying, and could spark a match. And then I'm back to square one. One other problem I have with this solution is that virtually every time I try to talk to her, we get separated by my parents, who are always expecting something, and are simply sick of all the garbage. My third .....