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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
A Place in this World [Older!JamiexReader] Pt.01
It was raining when you had arrived in Burgess, the drops hitting the windshield repeatedly until a rhythm could be heard. It held no resemblance to the water droplets you had heard back home, because, of course, you were inside a car and the water back home had never actually struck any window because of the house layout. Also, you had never actually taken the time to look at the falling rain; once when you had checked how many inches of water it had rained, you had simply placed a cylinder out in the lawn, but didn’t bother to see it fill up. Now, with absolutely nothing to do, your eyes had been glued to the scenery and then to the rain that broke from the clouds above.
The weather helped your current mood in nothing, serving only to drag you into a more depressing state than you had already been. It was dark and gloomy and wet and, much to your utter shock, actually cold. You had once or twice peeked over at Jamie, but he had only given you a smile, which you didn’t ret
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 9Ruyak glanced around at the panicking villagers, himself torn between amusement and pity. He raised an eyebrow at a man with a small cartload of jarred fruits as a few of his stock bounced out and began rolling away in different directions over the mud. At first the merchant scrambled to recapture the runaways, then he seemed to rethink his priorities and ended up abandoning the whole cart.
“Standing around like this seems… counter-productive,” Ruyak said, his face twisted between a concerned frown and an entertained smirk as the man ran away.
“That depends on what we’re trying to accomplish.”
“Well, I was rather hoping to make a point," Kaelin replied slowly from her perch on top of Ruyak's shoulders, “but I wasn’t expecting this much hysteria. I thought most people would still be in their houses.”
Suddenly a small child ran out into the middle of the chaos, looking frightened and confused. She stopped
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 29
*Night, on a dark sky obscured by clouds. The woodlands shared those similar to Mareheim’s, yet every turn was dark and foreboding. It’s tree branches unseasonably bare, an ominous breeze scatted the fallen foliage. The moon hung high in the sky, shining brightly, as a lone figure walked through the dark woods. The figure was Mezmo who, for reasons unknown, wandered the forest alone*
Mezmo: *nervously calls out* H-H-Hello? W-Where am I?
*The wind blowing through the empty woods was the only sound. In the distance, the shining towers of Mareheim castle could be seen. Mezmo made his way to the towers, but it seems he couldn’t make progress no matter how far he traveled. Suddenly, a faint light echoed throughout the forest*
Mezmo: *gasps, whirls around* Who’s there?!
*But answer there came none, as a thick fog gathered around his ankles. The fog gathered into a pile, forming an amorphous shape with protrusions resembling wings. A crack of lightning within the cloud
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