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Had this character in my head for the past week or so so started a new, as ever scissor focused :P, short story: With his left foot planted firmly on

Hope you guys are well. Not the best wrestler but always up to try and make new friends.

Ryan arrived home and immediately parked his motorcycle on the porch. He headed straight to the dining table, opened the rice container, and

Titans Tower was pretty much deserted. Wonder Girl had organized a “Girl’s Day Out” and taken Starfire and Raven with her, Kid Flash was off moping

Dad smiles down at me and asks, “Ready to quit?” I’m not, but I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this pin.

I plant both my hands on the mat and push up as hard as I can, which is pretty damn hard, even with Dad on top of me.

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Nothing but blaring white halogen lights existed now for Gunther Haase as semi-consciousness trickled back into his mind.

Reputation. The understanding that the opinions of others can become such a crushing weight that one must adhere to keeping this precious sense of

Michael had slipped his golden robe back on, but the front was undone as his hands were still wearing gloves.

The late evening skies were heavily jacketed by thick gray clouds still producing a steady stream of snowflakes.

Daniel didn't make the connection that their stopping the fight was related to his spying.

Although a lot of my boxing was done privately, during my early twenties I had a number of “outdoor” or backyard venues fights.

Me.Johnson lay sprawled on the floor. Samuel and Ryan were still wrestling and arguing with each other.

Every Thursday night, from seven o’clock until ten o’clock, Mom has choir practice at her church.

Dad quickly drops to all fours, then lies down on the mat on his stomach, one forearm lying flat, the other arm propped up on his elbow.

Dad climbs to his feet and leans over, extending a hand for me. I take it and allow him to pull me up to my feet.