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       [COOLSTORYTITLEWILLBEINSERTEDHEREWHENITHINKOFONE] Read it please
        :)
       By: Wary Date: June 24, 2013, 3:22 pm
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       I slashed my sword in a wide arc, cleaving off the monster's
       reptilian snout. It roared in pain, but lashed out at me with
       foot-long claws anyway. Its piggy eyes glowed yellow and focused
       on my chest. War raged about me. Beside me, a girl with lush,
       mouse-brown hair pointy ears and blue eyes gathered a ball of
       flickering energy and threw it with deadly precision. Right into
       a huge bat-like creature with bloody fangs and black eyes.The
       creature screeched in fury as the lightning-sphere seared its
       left wing. I turned my attention back to my monster. It was
       eight feet tall with beady yellow eyes, saber tooth fangs
       covered in plaque--seriously, brush your teeth sometimes--and
       dried blood. It had rams horns curling off its human/snake face.
       The creature's face was roughly human, with green scales and
       a--fortunately chopped off--snake snout instead of a human nose
       and mouth. It had the upper half of a lion, with dark red fur
       and a blood-caked mane. Along with huge cat paws instead of feet
       and muscular human legs. I stabbed at its furry chest,
       attempting to land a killing blow, but my sword went awry and
       the monsters scarlet tail slapped me in the chest, throwing me
       off balance while a gigantic paw came around and hit me in the
       head. Hard. I heard the girl scream, "No! Luke you fool!" and
       then...
       I blacked out.
       ;;;
       I woke up in my bed with the sheets soaked in sweat. "Luke, get
       down here, you're going to be late!" My mom called.
       My name is Luke Curnest. My life is hard. Really hard.You see,
       I'm the underdog. Loser. Whatever. I've never met my dad and my
       mom is rarely home, and when she is, well... I'm ten--nearly
       eleven--tall and scrawny with a mop of dirty blond hair and
       turquoise green eyes.
       I jumped up and got dressed--a green T-shirt and blue jeans. I
       pounded down the stairs and into the kitchen where my mom, a
       pudgy, brown-haired lady with a pushed-in face and a brown
       dress, tossed me a piece of toast and hustled me out the door,
       shouting: "Don't you DARE get yourself expelled!.''
       I bounded down the road, slipping in rain puddles and tripping
       over abandoned twigs and tree branches. I thought about my
       dream. It was the second time I'd dreamed about the girl, and
       the third time I'd dreamed about a war. I huffed toward the
       school building, taking my time and letting my mind wander. I
       stumbled into the school and went through the day: getting
       pushed around, being bored etc..
       ;;;
       After school I walked home, dragging my feet. I opened the door
       and tried to sneak in, going quietly up the stairs, hoping my
       mom wouldn't hear. No such luck. My mom burst around the corner
       with a duster in her hand, her yellowy eyes glaring at me. "The
       principle called. You've been expelled, again." She growled. I
       gritted my teeth, waiting, knowing what would happen. My mom
       slapped me across the face so hard it left a stinging mark. I'm
       sure if she'd hit any harder it would've drawn blood. I groaned
       and she slapped me again, on the other side of my face. She
       huffed and poked me up the steps using the duster, giving me a
       few slaps in the back now and then.
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       Comments, critique whatever, just tell me what you think.
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