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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.



well hope wewe enjoy and if wewe like this check out my other ones
posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19    
    Oh, brother
    I couldn’t help but grin at Adam and Ryler, well mostly Ryler when they came through the front door. But I didn’t answer their questioning glances, right now I was too busy dancing through the house at my own happiness.
    Online the news of Meredith’s epic failure was overflowing, their were tons of rumors and ton of smack talk, and some of the people Meredith bullied put some of their words they wanted to say on her page.
    There...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, fantasy
5
        Stilere
    It wasn’t like I was expecting anything to happen, but what happened when we opened the book did surprise me.
    “What in the world is that?” Alex asked, looking at the weird lettering.
    “I don’t know, it’s definitely not English, but it doesn’t look like other languages, and I know a ton.” Iris said.
    “Maybe it’s not even a language.” Darren said. “Sure doesn’t look like it.”
    “It’s...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19    
        I didn’t even need revenge
    I couldn’t help but feel giddy as I brushed my teeth and changed into zaidi prettier looking clothes than my bedtime pajama’s of Hello Kitty. The house was quiet and I was a little bit disappointed, but at least I’d get some time to myself, and I needed that very much. I was also glad I didn’t have to go to school either, not because I’d be embarrassed au anything, but because the dakika I saw Meredith I’d go all Ninja...
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posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, mystery and ndoto :)~
Chapter 31
        The worst form of betrayal
    I think I woke up, it still painfully hurt to breathe. But I was still in the woods, au at least inayofuata to it. Witnessing the moment.
    The moment my sister died.
    I hadn’t been able to hold the tears ever since I appeared here, leaving my sister behind, I still couldn’t believe it. I missed my one chance, I remember what she had said, though I didn’t understand most of it, but I do now.
    Now...
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His eyes fluttered open, and his muscles automatically tensed. For a sekunde he was back in Afghanistan, alone, without his comrades, falling asleep unguarded behind enemy lines. He noticed how his arms were, like they had been holding someone, someone who is no longer there. Gemma.... The thought entered his head like a speeding bullet. The fact that she wasn't there made him think that she had never been, that he wasn't really home, and that he imagined the whole thing. But one look around the room, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight, he could tell he was in the club house. He really was...
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
(Fantasy)

I woke with a pounding head and a throbbing shoulder. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I couldn't see anything. “What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“Shot?” I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, the light snapped off and the room was thrown into shadows. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was in some sort of operating room. “Yes, shot. Brett and Dalla brought wewe here, alisema I was the only one that could save wewe so I did the only thing I could.” I was drawing a blank, what was it Dylan could do? An image came into my mind. It was a stack of files, one flashing after another....
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I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.

"Dad! Stop!" He'd alisema firmly.

"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."

I could feel the cold metal of the kisu against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think....
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posted by alicia386
Action: Spy Fiction

Chapter Two: I May Be A Spy But Weather Can Kick My Butt Any Day

      I and almost everyone else is the world takes life for granted. I didn't realize how good I had it until something hit our jet which immediately caught on fire. Years of training for disasters like this kicked in. I was on high alert looking for the nearest exit. My dad was already at one with two parachutes. Dang it. How could he have possibly have gotten those that fast? This would not seem impressive. Our pilot was already trying desperately to control the jet. It was like he wasn't afraid of those...
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posted by 1999jacko
4 weeks ago
Ron sat miserably in his apartment watching the new for something interesting, when a beeping noise butted into his little siku dream. He ran over to the meza, jedwali where the phone was placed, he picked it up instantly hitting answer." Hello commander, is my dad back yet?" he alisema hopefully. The commander cleared his throat before answering," Ron I'm really sorry but we just received a message and its not good news... I'm afraid your father is dead and we need wewe to relocate away from Washington today. So pack your stuff and get ready for your escort to take wewe to your new home." All...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Genre: Realistic Fiction, Mystery, Drama/Romance

Claire and I unpacked our belongings and put them in our own dressers and waited for lunch to be ready.
After a little while, Leila hollered for us. As Claire and I reached the doorway, we observed the stampede as the six of them pounded down the stairs.
When my little sister and I reached the kitchen, Jeb greeted us and handed us a bowl and silverware. At the head of the table, Leila stood with a ladle and served us plenty of food. I sat inayofuata to Makayla, and Claire sat across from me, inayofuata to Joey.
The meal was spent in almost total silence, save...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Once we were all done swarming each other, Leila helped Claire and I through the little herd of cousins, upstairs, to our room. Where usually wewe would take a left and be looking at their bedroom doors and a bathroom, we took a right at the juu of the stairs so we were faced with a room i hadn't seen before. The interior was a pale, almost skin like beige that was cracked and peeling in some spots, especially where our beds were pushed against the wall. Beside each kitanda was a small meza, jedwali with drawers and a lamp. In between us was a large window, creating a distorted patch of light on the scratched...
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Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what wewe would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store inayofuata door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say kondoo Wanyonya damu Rock on them. Yeah, I upendo the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with kondoo that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into kondoo Wanyonya damu that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of koki left from an mwaka zamani shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or wewe shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
 Jonas's glass of koki
Jonas's glass of Coke
posted by 1999jacko
because I like to have lots of stuff on at once heres a prologue of one of my new stories

The prologue
I ran mbele into nothing things being erased in the path of the other kids behind me, the world is crumbling before my eyes. MY Marafiki that have already died bodies appear on the nothingness in front of me I shove them away from my eyes and jump high over them.Too high I feel the pain shoot up and down my leg searing a hole of pain in my head and then that's all I feel, think and hear..Pain and that's when I know they are right behind me haunting me for all the bad things I've done I just...
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posted by flabaloobalah
Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance

There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant nyumbani on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking farasi and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining....
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posted by Problematic129
Chapter 8
    That was not subtle
    “My reports so good! I’ll get at least a D!” I squealed as Beth and I walked towards the school.
    Beth frowned. “A D? Why not aim for B?”
    “Honey the last time I got a B, was when one stung me.” I informed her.
    “You can at least try, bubs, it can’t be that hard.” Beth reasoned as reached the school parking lot.
    “Impossible wewe know I- hujambo look it’s Grey!” I yell when I see him on his motor cycle. “Hi...
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posted by rory2011
David rode the man's car , the man drove to the police station ,when they arrived ,the man told David to go to ask for officer 12's office in the sekunde floor
David ran towards the office as fast as he can ,when he arrived ,the officer looked at him asking " are wewe Mr. David miller ? " yes ,I'm sir " David alisema
" sit down please " the officer alisema
David sat on that black kitanda near the officer disk
" sir ,could wewe please tell me what's going on with my son Kevin " David alisema
" today there was a moto in the sugar factory where your son work ,your son is a very good strong guy ,he helped all...
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posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the maoni and mashabiki :) Please don't copy and please read and review. Note, my stories might be ilitumwa later than usual, so your forewarned. Thanks for tuning in!!!*
Chapter 6
    Sage, the really strange red head
    I feel my blood boil when I see my gals outside drooling over football players outside with no shirts on. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes, Sage’s practically fanning herself, Ali has no shame in giving them the stalker look, and Beth is too pre-occupied on her phone.
    I stomp towards them. “How...
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posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the maoni and mashabiki :) Please read, review, and don't copy*
Chapter 5
    Okay I’ll- wait what
    We danced liked the crazy people we were, close yet strange, sweet yet insane, cool yet tender, happy yet…something else. I hoped that Cal was noticing, I haven’t seen him since he and Grey left the kitchen.
    Sage and Beth came back after there bathroom break and joined us, and soon we were the four Marafiki of awesome dancing together.
    When we took break, Grey and (girly squeal please) Cal...
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posted by hgfan5602
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, au things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if wewe die from laughter, au possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Marafiki all ran
When they heard me say that

People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard

chokoleti coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets

I upendo Harry Potter
au was it apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.

Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for the maoni and mashabiki :) I just noticed I put Ch.3 for Ch.2, my mistake I can be so dumb sometimes. But! I fixed it. Please read, review, and don't copy*
Chapter 3
    We all upendo the great Beth
    Back to the story, Ali was right, the new substitute was HOT, kwa the time class was over the girl sitting inayofuata to my had drowned in a pool of her own drool. We make our way to the cafeteria and listen to one of many of Beth’s crazy stories, it’s basically this lame story that she recreates improvising as she goes along.
    That’s...
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