crime
Detective James Whitaker stood at the homicide scene, inspecting the body as thoroughly as he could, until he figured out what had happened. With all the forensic scientists gathered around him he started to tell them what had happened," well what happened was the killer was chasing the girl through the forest, and the girl tripped up and the killer slowly walked oveeer." James made his way swiftly through the branches and twigs until he reached a large mti and took 3 steps forward, and then continued." Here, he raised his gun and aimed at the head and shot then ran as fast as he could away."Every single scientist stood shocked, their mouths wide open.
After about 2 dakika one shook out of it and said," sir, how could wewe possibly know all that?" James stared intently at the scientist until explaining himself," well Jameson, if wewe must know. Behind me are a set of footprints where the killer would of stood, then just below that kichaka over there a but of a gun is sticking out, so he would of dropped the weapon on the run. So that's how I know... please wewe Jameson."As Jameson nodded, with only the slightest bit of embarrassment showing, James decided to onyesha just how cool he is kwa leaning against the tree. Just as he lent back though he missed the mti and, with a squelch, landed in the biggest pat of dog poo any of them had ever seen.
Jameson lead the laugh at James, but not for long as James stood up heaving with anger and shouted," JAMESON! shut up and pick up that gun now!" no movement was made apart from the laughter died down." JAMESON we don't have all siku so hurry up and PICK IT UP!" his face going red with embarrassment Jameson ran to pick the gun up from the bush.James knew that always works with the scientists so after all the commotion and died down and his kanzu, koti cleaned they all went to work identifying the victim, getting DNA and looking for any evidence in the surrounding area.
meanwhile at the old, abandoned factory...
John stood against the ukuta waiting for the killer to get here. He had his pistol loaded ready for anything, kwa the time the killer got there John had his best fake smile on and his gun behind his back."Hey Ron." John alisema to the killer, the killer, called Ron, alisema hujambo back but then all hell went down." Guess what the pigs found earlier today?... no guess's well I'll tell wewe your gun." John alisema as everyone else including the leader stepped into the line of view all with pistols in their hands. " I'm sorry Ron but we have to kill wewe now otherwise we all go down." John alisema as they all raised their guns to Rons' head, then the triggers went off and Ron instantly died with a nyota shape placed in his brain.
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Detective James Whitaker stood at the homicide scene, inspecting the body as thoroughly as he could, until he figured out what had happened. With all the forensic scientists gathered around him he started to tell them what had happened," well what happened was the killer was chasing the girl through the forest, and the girl tripped up and the killer slowly walked oveeer." James made his way swiftly through the branches and twigs until he reached a large mti and took 3 steps forward, and then continued." Here, he raised his gun and aimed at the head and shot then ran as fast as he could away."Every single scientist stood shocked, their mouths wide open.
After about 2 dakika one shook out of it and said," sir, how could wewe possibly know all that?" James stared intently at the scientist until explaining himself," well Jameson, if wewe must know. Behind me are a set of footprints where the killer would of stood, then just below that kichaka over there a but of a gun is sticking out, so he would of dropped the weapon on the run. So that's how I know... please wewe Jameson."As Jameson nodded, with only the slightest bit of embarrassment showing, James decided to onyesha just how cool he is kwa leaning against the tree. Just as he lent back though he missed the mti and, with a squelch, landed in the biggest pat of dog poo any of them had ever seen.
Jameson lead the laugh at James, but not for long as James stood up heaving with anger and shouted," JAMESON! shut up and pick up that gun now!" no movement was made apart from the laughter died down." JAMESON we don't have all siku so hurry up and PICK IT UP!" his face going red with embarrassment Jameson ran to pick the gun up from the bush.James knew that always works with the scientists so after all the commotion and died down and his kanzu, koti cleaned they all went to work identifying the victim, getting DNA and looking for any evidence in the surrounding area.
meanwhile at the old, abandoned factory...
John stood against the ukuta waiting for the killer to get here. He had his pistol loaded ready for anything, kwa the time the killer got there John had his best fake smile on and his gun behind his back."Hey Ron." John alisema to the killer, the killer, called Ron, alisema hujambo back but then all hell went down." Guess what the pigs found earlier today?... no guess's well I'll tell wewe your gun." John alisema as everyone else including the leader stepped into the line of view all with pistols in their hands. " I'm sorry Ron but we have to kill wewe now otherwise we all go down." John alisema as they all raised their guns to Rons' head, then the triggers went off and Ron instantly died with a nyota shape placed in his brain.
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No matter how much wewe wish for zaidi it happens like the saa glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in upendo with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in upendo with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to kumeza me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that wewe will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. inayofuata time, I invite wewe to jiunge with us on our battle. And it will be even zaidi life-consuming, if wewe know what that means.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
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