Sandra then scooped a small amount of a green plant-like substance from the tin and placed it in a large opening in the pipe, and then she lit the lighter and sucked the air and flame through the pipe and held her breath for a few seconds and then let out a plume of bluish […]
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The living room itself smelt good; as three different Joss sticks were being burnt. Candles in holders were also burning and dotted on the walls and on the large low table located in the middle of the room. When everyone entered some of the guests said hi to the new arrivals. Sitting on cushions, bean […]
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When Nick and Sandra entered the house the front door opened onto the living room come opened the plan kitchen. Along the back wall was an open fire and a large screen that had patterns that changed in time with the music which was playing from hidden speakers. The kitchen was split into one section […]
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Sandra said as she reached the front door, which was situated up a few wooden stairs, “Start her up if you want.” “No I can’t,” Nick responded. “Leave it sis,” Paul said. “Take him out for a ride later. I’m not surprised at Nick’s response.” “Why bro?” Sandra asked “Enclave.” “Yeah good point.”
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The bar they were in was one of the underground bars. The walls were lined with what looked like oak panels, but, from the neighborhood, it was likely fake or laminated, and the fixtures turned it from an underground bar into an old-style pub of the early years. The punters looked like good people. Most […]
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The three of them entered the bar and saw both Paul and Sandra Patterson sitting at the bar with a few people. The group walked over to the bar and ordered some drinks. “Hey Nick,” Tom, a school friend, called out. “Hi Tom. Good to see you here. Thought you weren’t going to be able […]
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It didn’t cross his mind at the time but the voice was not one that was correct or the dress sense. “Yeah no problem. They said for us to meet them at a local bar they use,” the black haired girl answered. As the three of them walked towards the bar, “Here‘s the […]
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Walking down 76th Street, he bumped into two girls dressed in a similar manner as the normal clothes Sandra wore; black. As it was quite dark on the street as the sun had dipped behind the closely packed buildings all he could see of the faces was that the makeup was also similar to Sandra’s. […]
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Beginning. At 7.30 in the evening he said his good bye to his mum and said, “Don’t expect me home until tomorrow, sometime mum.” “Ok, hun. Have fun tonight, and don’t get drunk,” his mum responded; turning from the work she was doing on the family’s computer. He walked out of the house and […]
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He had just finished his year 11 exams; which, in the normal run of things, would have led him into college to learn a profession and then on to join the corporations. He had been invited to a party by some people he knew of but rarely saw but still called friends nonetheless. Most of […]