"She is nice and good at all- I hate her."

Itulah semboyan yang kerap kali terucap dari bilah bibir manusia yang bersirobok dengan Lala maupun Caca. Best friend goals kata mereka, saling melengkapi dan sangat tidak terduga.

Tapi di balik itu semua, ada masa di mana di kesempatan sebelumnya, kedua manusia itu sama sekali tidak mengenal dan sangat individualis. Atau lebih spesifiknya, mereka adalah musuh perang dingin secara batiniah.

Bagaimana cara mereka bisa berteman? Dan bagaimana cara mereka berdamai?

This is going to be like my first time writing a Bethany and Alex fanfic I’ve read all of the fanfiction from this couple and I’m very sad there should be more! So I’m writing a Bethany and Alex story!


Chapter two: 

Chelsea 545 P. M 

Sara Pezzini speaking = Even when I was a little girl I knew I was gonna to be a cop. I recall reading a book a few years back that Starsky's wife died of Aids. Damn. It was Starsky and Hutch that did it. By the end of the show, in that red torino, they always got the bad guy. In third grade my best friend Lee and I were Sara Starsky and Lee Hutch. Lee's married now and lives where is it, Teaneck I think. And me? I get to wear dresses that my mom would slap me for- if she were still here .
People on the talking = Hey! Who's the-- 
Sara Pezzini speaking = I work in a system that favors the guilty- whether they be double- murders in L. A. Or convincing drug dealers here on my beat- as long as they have the cash... They'll walk. Unfortunately for them money doesn't always talk loud enough. The jury may have let him go- but that doesn't mean I have to. Starsky never had to do this make a bust. Then again he couldn't. 
Guess I'm in the right place. 
Sara Pezzini speaking = Smells like a cheesy bar bathroom. 
Yes, well my client... has some pressing needs and needs capital. I'm prepared to offer fire sale prices 125 kilos of quality merchandise. 
Really must be my lucky day. Huh, Blitz? 
Yrrhmm.... 
Forgive me I'm a little wary a guy doesn't get to where I am trusting very short skirt that walks to the door... 
Sara Pezzini = Oh please. 
So do we close? 


Sara Pezzini is a female detective who works in New York City and is also a vigilante superhero who wields the Witchblade. A ancient Egyptian weapon that gives her supernatural powers like. Adaptive armor, Shapeshifting, Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Endurance, Healing Factor, Invulnerability, Pyrokinesis, Tactile- healing, and Summoning.
Sara Pezzini most battle between thieves, drug dealers and drug lords, in order to keep her city safe. 
As time goes by Sara learns more and more about the Witchblade's true power, and what it can do. But sadly for her she will lose many friends along the way. Like when she lost her father who was gunned down, and her little sister Karen Bronte who was also gunned down. 

As time goes by a new threat comes into New York City a man by the name of Kenneth Iron's a billionaire and a drug dealer. Who doesn't care about others, since all he wants is the Witchblade. But sadly for Mr. Iron's only a female can wield the Witchblade, like in ancient times. And it chose the Irish Lady Sara Pezzini over him, as she and her female ancestors wore the Witchblade during Ancient Egyptian times. 

Now Sara Pezzini most battle Kenneth Iron's who is the dragon of Ancient Egyptian times and who is also known as the Devil. Who as his eyes on young detective Sara Pezzini and the Supernatural weapon the Witchblade. 

As Sara Pezzini grows stronger with the Witchblade, she and the Witchblade teams up to destroy Kenneth Iron's also known as the Devil and the dragon, and his demons sent to kill her. 

For the knight like the other ancient female knights before her, most slay and kill the dragon.

Like many times before Sara Pezzini was born, her and her female ancestors were all reincarnated by the Witchblade. For they never truly died, as the Witchblade gets past down from host to host after one dies.

For the Witchblade is a branch from the Tree of Good and Evil in the garden of Eden, when God created humanity known as Adam and Eve. And Sara Pezzini and the Witchblade that came from the Tree of Good and Evil become one and a team. Since she is not afraid to die, like the other's before her.

Soft, sounds of joy,
miles behind me
Harsh, explosive gunshots, 
Behind these hills, beside me
Faint, screams and cries, 
a mile ahead of me


As I march, behind my shadow,
Watched by flying owls
Amongst other victims,
Of revolting shadows

Before bleeding thoughts
Dye my hair red
Until I cross
The river of the dead,

Its waves of morose,
tearful tides of sad
screams and torments
Leaves a pinch of distaste

Malice mermaids' bites
pinching beneath waters
Diluted by Blazing Moonlight's 
Slime pink soft contours

The unjust, drowning, in tears,
And leaving encrypted emojicons
Within their surfacing bubbles 
Before remaining/surviving skeletons 
Walk out fleshless and fumbled

Defeated, but ready to march
Upstream towards the castle
Full of pain and acidic touch
From one deadly ruler's dismantled
personality of Starsky and Hutch
As If a Grim Reaper life mishandled

A Castle whose inhabitants'
Sweat and tears, flow downstream 
Towards the pink acidic river
(Whose boiling souls flows to the brim)

Untill a massive snake 
Hisses me aside, 
Offers me a milkshake
Tempts my Pride 
Defends what's at stake 
Seduces my mind
Offers a piece of cake?
For me to do it all
all over again

Poetry from some of the characters of the upcoming Novella, Tragic Trilemma. Poems from the heart mind and soul. Novella still in progress.

Last year, "The Hangover" became the most shiny dark horse of the year, first with a low cost of 35 million, achieved two hundred and seventy million in North America, the world's four hundred and sixty million outstanding box office, so that Warner Brothers earned a lot of money; and then Bradley Cooper in the ranks of the third-line actors after years of drifting, a flight to the sky, career The film is a great success, and it won the Best Picture in the Musical Comedy category at the Golden Globes earlier this year, taking its dark horse path to the end.
 
"The Hangover" is a typical spoof comedy, first of all, the plot of the peak of the turn of events makes people bright, from the creative point of view to take the lead; and then is a variety of unexpected laughs, the actors do not hesitate to sacrifice the image of the spoof, with a variety of unbelievable inspired lines. This is what made this miracle work.
 
After that, many producers have started to try to imitate such a model, hoping to create a dark horse again. After all, comedy investment has always been low, most are less than 50 million, plus publicity and line without too much force, as long as you can get over the North American box office of more than 100 million will be able to make a profit this has not counted overseas box office it, the low risk is undoubtedly a major advantage.
 
"Horrible Bosses" is the project born under this trend.
 
In fact, New Line Cinema bought the script written by Michael Markowitz in 2oo5, when the director negotiated was Frank Oz, but New Line Cinema did not have enough confidence in this style of comedy, has not been able to start shooting.
 
The huge success of "The Hangover" allowed New Line to dig up the dusty project again, finding John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein to write the script, both of whom were complete screenwriting novices. Before that, they had only written the script of the American drama "Bone" and knew nothing about the film. But their two styles are very obvious, John is a young man of 24 years old, and Jonathan is a middle-aged man of 39 years old, both of them have been in Hollywood for a long time, and have a very different experience within the industry, but did not accept the brainwashing of the fixed formula of Hollywood, to maintain enough fresh creative power.
 
Thus, the script of "Horrible Bosses" was finally born!
 
The movie tells the story of three unlucky ordinary employees, Nick's boss is a shameless bastard written on the brain, arrogant, narcissistic, while tormenting subordinates for fun, refusing to let them be promoted; Kurt's boss is a middle-aged balding psychopath, he is slowly encroaching on the company's property, but the destruction of Kurt's reputation, his career is in jeopardy; Dale's boss is a single female doctor who is sexy, but the woman has a serious erotic tendencies, almost regardless of the occasion to tease the male subordinate, which makes Dale suffer.
 
Three small staff is a good friend of each other, in a bad economic situation, resignation is obviously not the best choice, in one night, under the stimulation of alcohol, and a nervous black people out of ideas, they decided: kill their boss! And so the story begins.
 
The idea of "Horrible Bosses" is very novel, but also very close to reality. In real life, almost everyone has experienced workplace problems, and a bad boss is to make daily life into a disaster, everyone is eager to be able to give the boss some lessons, but in order to make a living they have to put up with it.
 
The film is in such a context, with an absurd and unruly approach to vent the pain inside the bitter staff, but the brilliance of the film is not in this idea, but in the boss is also shaped into a vivid and interesting character, asshole, but not disgusting.
 
John is responsible for writing the role of the junior staff, while Jonathan is responsible for writing the role of the boss, the spark between the two people collision, whimsy, all in the six characters, the final achievement of a laughable but realistic and credible script.
 
The laughs in "Horrible Bosses" come from many sources, partly from the bullying and stifling between the boss and the staff, which supports the first half of the movie; the other part comes from the stupidity and accidents in the process of the staff trying to murder the boss in the second half, the laughs of the plot itself and the humor created by the lines, plus the simple but stunned performance of the actors, which really brings the charm of comedy to the fore.
 
There is no doubt that "Horrible Bosses" is an original and hilarious comedy.
 
Objectively speaking, the quality of "Horrible Bosses" compared to "The Hangover" is still a bit poor, the two writers are too young, the manufacture of laughs is slightly deliberate and lazy, while the two writers of "The Hangover" have previously worked together for three works, the idea is obviously more mature and more unified; and the director is a huge gap, Todd Phillips before already has a good reputation, "Road Trip", "Old School", "Starsky & Hutch" have achieved good box office results, while Seth Gordon is only the second time to direct the film.
 
The difference in experience has led to a gap between the two works in terms of completion, as can be seen in the critics' word of mouth, "The Hangover" has a media review of 73 points, while "Horrible Bosses" has a media review of only 57 points.
 
Nevertheless, "Horrible Bosses" was well received by the audience after its release. The same $35 million investment as "The Hangover" ended up with $117 million at the North American box office and $209 million at the global box office, making a small profit for New Line Cinema, which had been acquired by Warner Bros. In other words, Warner Bros. has achieved success with "The Hangover" and "Horrible Bosses".
 
"The Hangover" was later made into a trilogy, and a sequel to "Horrible Bosses" was also on the agenda. However, the second part of "The Hangover" was really unsatisfactory, and it can be said that it earned box office and lost word of mouth, so that the box office and word of mouth of the third part of the film fell off a cliff; the same is true of "Horrible Bosses", the second part of which had a total collapse, so naturally there was no plan for the third part. There is no plan for the third film.
 
Nevertheless, "Horrible Bosses" is still a successful and impressive comedy.
 
When Renly saw that the script in his hands was "Horrible Bosses", he had to admire Andy's boldness and determination, simply from the first 20 pages of the script, it was indeed a bright script, but the challenge of the role was also very serious.
 
The three staff members all have their own struggles.
 
Nick is the role of the ravaged, in the first half of the story, his performance difficulty is relatively low, mainly to show the overtime family suffering and torture, according to the script can go, personal space to play limited, but the second half of his reversal will be more obvious, from the well organized into chaos, from the wise elite into a rash.
 
Kurt is the role of the tangled, good old warm-hearted image, but to endure the boss's greed and disgusting, this role is quite interesting, the surface looks like the typical gentleman, but after the defenses are removed will become stupid, the kind of contrast is really let people spit food.
 
Dale is the role of the violated, simply put, he needs to be like Zhan Huo, facing all kinds of temptations and all kinds of seductions, but sitting in the arms defensively, his shyness and panic is to make people laugh. But he is not the kind of Dwayne Johnson kind of hormonal explosion of men, more like ... a good pal to drink bear with.
 
It can be said that each of the three roles has its own characteristics and wonderful, the performance difficulty is naturally different.
 
If selected by Renly, he personally believe that Nick's performance difficulty is the lowest, the role itself is relatively limited fall and connotation, more like the whole film to play a fake serious existence, to avoid the film ridiculous cavity to completely play the circus up, but the challenge difficulty is also the most banal.
 
Kurt and Dale have their own characteristics, Kurt is a stupid person, the kind of simple and stupid back and forth between the feeling, the performance is certainly very interesting; and Dale is a submissive sufferer, suffering from the boss's salty hands, but can not resist, just in the mind to make up a performance, it is enough to make people laugh.
 
No matter which of these two roles you play, it will be a subversive performance, especially for Dale. However, it was the three bosses that Renly found more challenging than the three staff members, and that was the real breakout performance. Unfortunately, he's too young to be quite right. Even if his soul is old enough at this point.
 
This is really a pity.
 
The script is very clear and precise, like a scalpel, which gives the actors more room to perform, the role is very easy to excel, but also gives the film more laughs; but the three staff roles are not clear enough, but some confusion, the same stupidity, the same stifling, which leads to some repetition of the laughs, but not easy to burst the spark.
 
If the screenwriter can give the three characters a clearer exhibition of the main plot, corresponding to the three bosses, then the overall quality of the work will improve a notch. Not the depth of the character or the thickness of the performance, but the character's own burst of laughter, including the character's personality set, funny style and so on and so forth comedy, the core essence is to make the audience laugh, which is also the most important task of the actor, is not it?
 
But taking a step back and taking on the challenge of comedy, no matter which of the three staff members' roles, is incredibly difficult for Renly because comedy is different from drama in the way it is performed and in the pace it is performed, and even when it is silly, it is not something that can just be made to make the audience laugh. In other words, comedy requires real "comedic talent".

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

"Little nephew Long, the reason why we came here today is not just to visit your family, but to also give you this entry ticket that is given to all of our Wan Family branch;s younger generation. The entry ticket will allow you to enter the Starsky Academy as an outer disciple."

"The entrance day will be in a week, we will come to pick you up outside your house."

This piece of news shocked Wan Long and his parents greatly as they had never thought that Wan Long would be able to enter the prestigious academy that every young martial cultivator wanted to enroll in. 

This was an extremely rare opportunity for anyone as every youth who were able to enter Starsky Academy were from noble families and were decently talented. As for Wan Long, although he was part of the Wan Family branch, he was considered trash and only Wan Zhu and Wan Yue and some other elders treated him the same as the others.

"Uncle Wan Zhu…. I-I have no words that can express my thanks for this opportunity to enter Starsky Academy. I am extremely grateful that you gave this entry pass to me!" These words came from the bottom of Wan Long's heart as he truly felt grateful to Wan Zhu.

"It's fine! All the members of our branch Wan Family younger generation will get this entry pass. However, it will depend on you to actually enter the academy. Work hard for it! …..Eh? Your cultivation has increased to Level Two? Well done!" As Wan Zhu was explaining to Wan Long about the entry pass, he noticed the martial energy fluctuations around Wan Long and they seemed different from the last time he saw Wan Long.

"Ehehe.. junior Wan Long was training extremely hard to increase his cultivation in the past few years." Though he had a close relationship with Wan Zhu, Wan Long could not reveal the Power of Gluttony and the other godly objects in his dantian. 

Those items were not things that could be known to the world. If they were truly known to the world, Wan Long's life would instantly be in danger and experts from all over the world would speed here and execute him to obtain the items.

"Hmph… its just a small increase in cultivation for a piece of trash…." Wan Jian muttered in an extremely low tone.

Though Wan Jian said it in a a low volume, Wan Zhu was a Seventh Level of Body Refinement cultivator and his hearing was not to be underestimated.

"Wan Jian! Do not speak ill of your elder cousin! Though you may be very talented, you are not to disrespect your elders! What have I taught you in these 13 years?!" Wan Zhu's face had become a darker shade as it was evident that he was enraged about his son disrespecting Wan Long. In Wan Long's mind, his second uncle Wan Zhu had become someone whom he respected with all his heart because of his honesty and humility. Wan Zhu had actually chided his most precious son because of Wan Long, the one who was named trash in the family.

"Anyways… Glad to see you be able to increase your cultivation! At the entrance exam next week, you might be able to enter the academy with your strength. Good luck! Oh look at the time! I have an appointment in a while with the owner of the city's most famous restaurant, the Cloud Bliss Paradise. See you soon!" As Wan Zhu said this, he brought his two children with him out the door and got into the horseback carriage, preparing to leave. 

Just as they were about to leave, Wan Yue's head suddenly poked out from the side window and said to Wan Long, "Bye! See you next week!" She even said this with a bright smile on her face too

Long Er'Du, the universe's strongest martial cultivator, someone looked upon as an existence akin to god, was punished by the heavens for being too talented and for threatening the position of the nine heavens.

His final legacy is left with an unlucky boy in birth who came from a branch family of the overlord clan in his continent, Wan Long. 

Join Wan Long in his journey to becoming the one known as the All-Devouring Dragon God.

P.S. (this is my first novel ever created so please do leave a comment on what i can improve on) 

P.P.S (i know my vocabulary is not very broad but let me know what i can do)

Realms:

Body Refinement

Soul Forming

Houtian

Xiantian

Dansheng (Rebirth of Dantian)

Divine Soul 

Life Rebirth

Conradin was ten years old, and the doctor had pronounced his professional opinion that the boy would not live another five years. 
The doctor was silky and effete, and counted for little, but his opinion was endorsed by Mrs. De Ropp, who counted for nearly everything. Mrs. De Ropp was Conradin's cousin and guardian, and in his eyes she represented those three-fifths of the world that are necessary and disagreeable and real; the other two-fifths, in perpetual antagonism to the foregoing, were summed up in himself and his imagination. 
One of these days Conradin supposed he would succumb to the mastering pressure of wearisome necessary things---such as illnesses and coddling restrictions and drawn-out dulness. Without his imagination, which was rampant under the spur of loneliness, he would have succumbed long ago.
Mrs. De Ropp would never, in her honestest moments, have confessed to herself that she disliked Conradin, though she might have been dimly aware that thwarting him ``for his good'' was a duty which she did not find particularly irksome. Conradin hated her with a desperate sincerity which he was perfectly able to mask. 
Such few pleasures as he could contrive for himself gained an added relish from the likelihood that they would be displeasing to his guardian, and from the realm of his imagination she was locked out---an unclean thing, which should find no entrance.
In the dull, cheerless garden, overlooked by so many windows that were ready to open with a message not to do this or that, or a reminder that medicines were due, he found little attraction. 
The few fruit-trees that it contained were set jealously apart from his plucking, as though they were rare specimens of their kind blooming in an arid waste; it would probably have been difficult to find a market-gardener who would have offered ten shillings for their entire yearly produce. 
In a forgotten corner, however, almost hidden behind a dismal shrubbery, was a disused tool-shed of respectable proportions, and within its walls Conradin found a haven, something that took on the varying aspects of a playroom and a cathedral. 
He had peopled it with a legion of familiar phantoms, evoked partly from fragments of history and partly from his own brain, but it also boasted two inmates of flesh and blood. In one corner lived a ragged-plumaged Houdan hen, on which the boy lavished an affection that had scarcely another outlet. 
Further back in the gloom stood a large hutch, divided into two compartments, one of which was fronted with close iron bars. This was the abode of a large polecat-ferret, which a friendly butcher-boy had once smuggled, cage and all, into its present quarters, in exchange for a long-secreted hoard of small silver. 
Conradin was dreadfully afraid of the lithe, sharp-fanged beast, but it was his most treasured possession. Its very presence in the tool-shed was a secret and fearful joy, to be kept scrupulously from the knowledge of the Woman, as he privately dubbed his cousin. 
And one day, out of Heaven knows what material, he spun the beast a wonderful name, and from that moment it grew into a god and a religion. The Woman indulged in religion once a week at a church near by, and took Conradin with her, but to him the church service was an alien rite in the House of Rimmon. 
Every Thursday, in the dim and musty silence of the tool-shed, he worshipped with mystic and elaborate ceremonial before the wooden hutch where dwelt Sredni Vashtar, the great ferret. 
Red flowers in their season and scarlet berries in the winter-time were offered at his shrine, for he was a god who laid some special stress on the fierce impatient side of things, as opposed to the Woman's religion, which, as far as Conradin could observe, went to great lengths in the contrary direction.
 And on great festivals powdered nutmeg was strewn in front of his hutch, an important feature of the offering being that the nutmeg had to be stolen. These festivals were of irregular occurrence, and were chiefly appointed to celebrate some passing event.
 On one occasion, when Mrs. De Ropp suffered from acute toothache for three days, Conradin kept up the festival during the entire three days, and almost succeeded in persuading himself that Sredni Vashtar was personally responsible for the toothache. If the malady had lasted for another day the supply of nutmeg would have given out.
The Houdan hen was never drawn into the cult of Sredni Vashtar. Conradin had long ago settled that she was an Anabaptist. He did not pretend to have the remotest knowledge as to what an Anabaptist was, but he privately hoped that it was dashing and not very respectable. Mrs. De Ropp was the ground plan on which he based and detested all respectability.
After a while Conradin's absorption in the tool-shed began to attract the notice of his guardian. ``It is not good for him to be pottering down there in all weathers,'' she promptly decided, and at breakfast one morning she announced that the Houdan hen had been sold and taken away overnight. With her short-sighted eyes she peered at Conradin, waiting for an outbreak of rage and sorrow, which she was ready to rebuke with a flow of excellent precepts and reasoning. 
But Conradin said nothing: there was nothing to be said. Something perhaps in his white set face gave her a momentary qualm, for at tea that afternoon there was toast on the table, a delicacy which she usually banned on the ground that it was bad for him; also because the making of it ``gave trouble,'' a deadly offence in the middle-class feminine eye.
``I thought you liked toast,'' she exclaimed, with an injured air, observing that he did not touch it.
``Sometimes,'' said Conradin.
In the shed that evening there was an innovation in the worship of the hutch-god. Conradin had been wont to chant his praises, tonight be asked a boon.
``Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar.''
The thing was not specified. As Sredni Vashtar was a god he must be supposed to know. And choking back a sob as he looked at that other empty comer, Conradin went back to the world he so hated.
And every night, in the welcome darkness of his bedroom, and every evening in the dusk of the tool-shed, Conradin's bitter litany went up: ``Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar.''
Mrs. De Ropp noticed that the visits to the shed did not cease, and one day she made a further journey of inspection.
``What are you keeping in that locked hutch?'' she asked. ``I believe it's guinea-pigs. I'll have them all cleared away.''
Conradin shut his lips tight, but the Woman ransacked his bedroom till she found the carefully hidden key, and forthwith marched down to the shed to complete her discovery. 
It was a cold afternoon, and Conradin had been bidden to keep to the house. From the furthest window of the dining-room the door of the shed could just be seen beyond the corner of the shrubbery, and there Conradin stationed himself. He saw the Woman enter, and then be imagined her opening the door of the sacred hutch and peering down with her short-sighted eyes into the thick straw bed where his god lay hidden. Perhaps she would prod at the straw in her clumsy impatience. 
And Conradin fervently breathed his prayer for the last time. 
But he knew as he prayed that he did not believe. He knew that the Woman would come out presently with that pursed smile he loathed so well on her face, and that in an hour or two the gardener would carry away his wonderful god, a god no longer, but a simple brown ferret in a hutch. 
And he knew that the Woman would triumph always as she triumphed now, and that he would grow ever more sickly under her pestering and domineering and superior wisdom, till one day nothing would matter much more with him, and the doctor would be proved right. And in the sting and misery of his defeat, he began to chant loudly and defiantly the hymn of his threatened idol:
Sredni Vashtar went forth,
His thoughts were red thoughts and his teeth were white.   
His enemies called for peace, but he brought them death.   
Sredni Vashtar the Beautiful.
And then of a sudden he stopped his chanting and drew closer to the window-pane. The door of the shed still stood ajar as it had been left, and the minutes were slipping by. They were long minutes, but they slipped by nevertheless. He watched the starlings running and flying in little parties across the lawn; he counted them over and over again, with one eye always on that swinging door. A sour-faced maid came in to lay the table for tea, and still Conradin stood and waited and watched. Hope had crept by inches into his heart, and now a look of triumph began to blaze in his eyes that had only known the wistful patience of defeat. Under his breath, with a furtive exultation, he began once again the pæan of victory and devastation. And presently his eyes were rewarded: out through that doorway came a long, low, yellow-and-brown beast, with eyes a-blink at the waning daylight, and dark wet stains around the fur of jaws and throat. Conradin dropped on his knees. The great polecat-ferret made its way down to a small brook at the foot of the garden, drank for a moment, then crossed a little plank bridge and was lost to sight in the bushes. Such was the passing of Sredni Vashtar.``Tea is ready,'' said the sour-faced maid; ``where is the mistress?'' ``She went down to the shed some time ago,'' said Conradin. And while the maid went to summon her mistress to tea, Conradin fished a toasting-fork out of the sideboard drawer and proceeded to toast himself a piece of bread. And during the toasting of it and the buttering of it with much butter and the slow enjoyment of eating it, Conradin listened to the noises and silences which fell in quick spasms beyond the dining-room door. The loud foolish screaming of the maid, the answering chorus of wondering ejaculations from the kitchen region, the scuttering footsteps and hurried embassies for outside help, and then, after a lull, the scared sobbings and the shuffling tread of those who bore a heavy burden into the house.
``Whoever will break it to the poor child? I couldn't for the life of me!'' exclaimed a shrill voice. And while they debated the matter among themselves, Conradin made himself another piece of toast.
-THE END-
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-Hope you enjoyd the story of SREDNI VASHTAR MUAHAHAHAH-
-See you on the other side heheh-
PS: Sorry i had to i just couldn't stop myself :D

Scary stories that will make you shit your pants. So buckle up and get ready for some real action.

TURN OF LIGHTS WHILE READING!

its better that way but its your choice :)

Brian(Dad)- Father of Taylor and Tabitha 

Barb(Mom)- Mother of Taylor and Tabitha 

Taylor- Daughter of Brian and Barb 

Tabitha- Daughter of Brian and Barb 

Tai - Taylor's friend 

Glen(Grandpa)-Father of Brian and Grandpa of Taylor and Tabitha 

Shelia(Grandma)-Mother of Brian and Grandma of Taylor and Tabitha 

Tristan- Tabitha's friend 

Tracey- Tabitha's New friend 

6 Cats- boots , gizmo, Bella, ginger, fluffy, starsky 

3 Dogs- Baby, Patches, zoey

Hamster- pandy

Fish Tank (35 gallon)



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