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Reina looked at the Entrance of the Building. "This must be it." she whispered to herself, before she walked into the Building. "Hello my Dear, Let me guess. You must be Reina, right?" the receptionist asked. The Girl nodded. "You are right on time, the other two that will join your Escape room, are already there. Just follow the corridor the end and then turn left. "Unless you want to change outfits. Our rooms are themed and normally people have more fun, if they get dressed accordingly. Especially if its their first, going by your expression it is." Reina thought about it for a Minute, before the Receptionist came around and grabbed her Hand. Only to lead the girl to a dressing Room. "Do you know the Theme or did you just got a visit here gifted?" the receptionist asked, while she vanished between a bunch of colourful outfits. "Hmm, that does happen a lot more often than you would think. Lets see, your rooms theme, is the Assistants sacrifice. In other words we will need something

Senior Picture Based on Boystick’s “It’s Difficult Being a Magician’s Assistant.” Carlie had gone clear through her entire school career not standing out. She never could’ve made it as a cheerleader or any kind of student body politician, she was just an introvert. But here she was, in her final year, and she wanted to do something truly memorable, something everyone would be talking about for years. But what would it be? What could she do that would stand out? Sure, she got good grades, but that wasn’t really anything memorable. No, she had to do something that would make people wonder. She looked, online, through the options for her senior pictures, really not knowing what she could do, when she searched “really magical pictures.” She thought it might be some kind of effects or something, but a website caught her eye, the site for “True Magic.” She looked at the examples, wondering what sort of computer effects they’d do, and made up her mind as she contacted them… As the

"Your girlfriend was in an accident." These were the words I feared the most. The entire room I was in spun. It couldn't have taken me more than a mere five minutes to get to the side of the highway where a man on the other line told me where the crash occurred---a trip that otherwise would have taken a good fifteen. I leapt out of my car, giving no caution to the semis that zipped past, and looked around at the crash site. There were long strips of metal that had been twisted up, smoldering engine parts, and chunks of plastic and fiberglass. No sight of Livi at all. Seeing the group of firefighters, policemen, and paramedics, I rushed over to them and explained who I was. One of the Paramedics was flushed in the face. A sense of dread ran up my spine. “Please, please tell me she’s okay.” The Paramedic, whose name tag read Patty, tilted her head and showed clenched teeth. “Uhh…yes, and no.” “What? W-what do you mean? How hurt is she?” The group parted, and on a stretcher, was

That day was definitely special. Ted finally made it home, now owning two cute and lovely pairs of feet. While July's feet were warming on the radiator, standing on the T-shirt that was drying on it and slowly wiggling their toes, now looking satisfied, Ted put Ann's feet on the bed, soles up, and went to sleep with his head on them. It was like he always dreamed: skin of Ann's soles was so smooth and shape of her feet so perfect that sleeping on them was more comfortable than on any pillow. The next morning, Ted suddenly woke up because something hit him in the back, but he decided to ignore it - he met this day with probably the best pair of feet he knew. But this peaceful atmosphere was cut short as soon as the noise of falling boxes came from the hallway. Ted came there and saw: the room was a complete mess, with shoe boxes and jackets scattered all over the place. And in the middle of this disaster stood a new pair of disembodied feet. "What in a wo-OUCH!!!" New pair kicked Ted