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Seeking diversion on his lunch break from his soul-sucking job, Alex stumbled upon a store which didn't seem to belong in the 21st century.
Hansel eats like a good little boy, shoving fist fulls into his mouth every second. I smile, obviously delighted and make him some more food.
"Stop. Please. Leave me alone!" Mel screams in agony, their words stinging the air, and their actions killing her. And for the first time, they do. They leave her, leave her on the floor, broken.
A bit of bread in her pocket is all she gets. And Now she can't sabotage me anymore. She's useless now, and her suspicions have been confirmed.
"What do you mean, it isn't over yet?," the fox asked the ferret. "The Plum Island Research Facility must be destroyed," replied the ferret.
"So you can move from one place to another simply by thinking about it?," asked the fox. "Yes," replied the cat. "I can teleport through solid matter as well.
Not surprisingly Hansel Is the first to grab bulging handfuls of food. The poor thing looked like skin and bone. He needed this food if he were to be a nice dinner for my friends and I.
The fox known as lab specimen J-47 didn't know that he had been genetically engineered as a biological weapon, nor did he know that other animals in the Plum Island facility had also been so created,...
The young fox whose cage was labeled simply as J-47 whined in pain as a needle was again rammed into his flank at the Plum Island Research Facility.
Hansel steps into my house willingly, but Gretel is cautious. She lingers by the door unsure of what may come if she takes that small step.
I see her, wondering around my yard,and I see him too. The moment I see them I know I want to eat them.
The teacher stood up front, passing out a class syllabus and going through it.
Claire was ready for school. The summer was too boring and even though she definitely wasn't looking forward to homework or teachers, she couldn't wait to come back. "Claire!!" said a voice behind...
The wine went down, the nearby sticks got whittled into sharp spikes, which now lay littered about the floor. In the back of the cave he found a pristine log of birch.