Just some really weird idea that popped in my head. Most of my ideas are weird, though.
It's probably not going to be that great, since I have no idea where I'm going with this, but it's worth a try!
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Kowalski walked quickly down the cobblestone streets of York. His footsteps seemed to echo loudly off the dreary building that lined the road.
It started to drizzle. Kowalski walked faster, hoping to get nyumbani dry.
It was inevitable, however. kwa the time he got home, he was soaked to the bone and would have been freezing cold, except Wanyonya damu can't feel temperature.
Private greeted him at the door with a towel. Kowalski took it gratefully and dried himself off as best he could.
Private had blond hair that feel in a curtain over his ice blue eyes, a peppering of freckles, and a permanent smile. He was a warlock. For those of wewe that don't know, a warlock is a male witch.
"Where are Rico and Skipper?" Kowalski asked after drying off.
"Skipper's in his room. Rico's with Carlotta," Private responded.
Kowalski nodded. Rico often spent time with Carlotta Dolly Perky, a blond who had been possessed kwa a spirit. Kowalski had always found her rather attractive.
Not that he liked her. If he had to pick someone to date, he would pick either Doris Dolphy, and selkin who lived in the apartment building across the street, au Marlene Adair, a freespirited, independent young woman who turned into a mbwa mwitu every time she set foot out of the apartment building.
Kowalski had a theory that Marlene liked him too. He had caught him looking at him a few times, and he had to admit, he was rather handsome. He had dark brown hair, green-blue eyes, and sharp, white fangs that glistened when they caught the light.
Rico crashed into the apartment, his red dreds swinging wildly and his stormy gray eyes flashing. Rico was Kowalski's best friend and companion. He was a shapeshifter and had a reputation of being unpredictable.
"Hello, Rico," Kowalski said, then caught the frantic look in Rico's eyes. "What's wrong?"
"She's gone," Rico hissed.
It's probably not going to be that great, since I have no idea where I'm going with this, but it's worth a try!
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Kowalski walked quickly down the cobblestone streets of York. His footsteps seemed to echo loudly off the dreary building that lined the road.
It started to drizzle. Kowalski walked faster, hoping to get nyumbani dry.
It was inevitable, however. kwa the time he got home, he was soaked to the bone and would have been freezing cold, except Wanyonya damu can't feel temperature.
Private greeted him at the door with a towel. Kowalski took it gratefully and dried himself off as best he could.
Private had blond hair that feel in a curtain over his ice blue eyes, a peppering of freckles, and a permanent smile. He was a warlock. For those of wewe that don't know, a warlock is a male witch.
"Where are Rico and Skipper?" Kowalski asked after drying off.
"Skipper's in his room. Rico's with Carlotta," Private responded.
Kowalski nodded. Rico often spent time with Carlotta Dolly Perky, a blond who had been possessed kwa a spirit. Kowalski had always found her rather attractive.
Not that he liked her. If he had to pick someone to date, he would pick either Doris Dolphy, and selkin who lived in the apartment building across the street, au Marlene Adair, a freespirited, independent young woman who turned into a mbwa mwitu every time she set foot out of the apartment building.
Kowalski had a theory that Marlene liked him too. He had caught him looking at him a few times, and he had to admit, he was rather handsome. He had dark brown hair, green-blue eyes, and sharp, white fangs that glistened when they caught the light.
Rico crashed into the apartment, his red dreds swinging wildly and his stormy gray eyes flashing. Rico was Kowalski's best friend and companion. He was a shapeshifter and had a reputation of being unpredictable.
"Hello, Rico," Kowalski said, then caught the frantic look in Rico's eyes. "What's wrong?"
"She's gone," Rico hissed.
