Sneaky-Kat4-Life2

A young woman named Violet loved making art, and practiced running all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical mice, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Ford City, and a portrait of Brenda Song that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby bench for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in running to create the most bea

I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun An angel with a shotgun shotgun shotgun... And they were down again. The Brit and the Texan were running on their last jolts of energy, ready to collapse at any given moment. But they had to be careful about when they'd do so. One was fading faster than the other, and it was prominent. That one wasn't the Texan. She was stubborn; not ready to give up just yet, despite her heavy breathing, her hands shaking, trying to hold on to her .22 calibur. It was a messy weapon, but she didn't care. She'd go down sinning if needed. She wouldn't let him hurt those dear to her anymore. Get out your guns,

Whispers echoed through the courtyard, containing prayers and sobbing wishes to leave in peace. All anyone wanted was a premium membership, but at what cost? To have your name entered into the Deviant Games was a nightmare to all but one. But that one would go through torterous battles and slay many to come out on top. It made my spine burn in rage. Twenty-Four contestants were chosen, two from each District, to compete in the Deviant Games, in hopes of coming out alive, and with a 12 month premium membership. There was a tug on the hem of my dress. I turned to look at my friend, AliAmiUmi. She looked at me with fear. "Sneaky," she said.

I don't know how I came to love him... But I did. And I can honestly say, I don't mind that. ~*~ Chapter One ~*~ I rapped my fingers on the desk and stared out the window at the rain. Great, I thought. I'd have to walk home in that if it didn't let up in the next hour. I felt someone tap my shoulder, and turned to see a familiar pair of bright, big, brown eyes look back at my own emerald orbs. "I can give you a ride home if you like, Violet?" offered my best friend, Alison Okayama. We'd met several years back when I saw some kids tugging on her pony tail. I beat them up and we just... kind of went from there, later finding out it was