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SURVIVOR OF HOME BOMBING TELLS HIS STORY Morgan Lighton, survivor of the bombing of his home last week, talks to us about the events that lead up to the deadly explosion. Mr. Lighton sustained life-threatening injuries, but with the help of the doctors at Memphis Memorial Hospital, he survived. Since then, he’s been cleared from hospice and has been allowed to recall the horrific event with us. “I heard a noise in my garage so I naturally went to check it out. It was a clattering sound, and when I entered I heard the distinct ticking of a clock, counting down from ten,” Mr. Lighton described what we now know to have been

 This kind of stuff always seems to happen to me. I have no idea why, but it always does. I’m hiding in the closet of an abandoned building, typing frantically to warn anyone who comes across this story. Hopefully, I get the word out before she finds me. It was around eight o’clock at night. I was walking home from work, desperate to get to my eight year old daughter and relieve the babysitter. I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with this girl. From what I could tell in the dim light, she had bright ginger hair that fell well below her waist and wore a dress that made her look like a prostitute. Only she wasn’t judgi

 I found these entries in my girlfriend’s journal. They might explain what happened to her. “Thursday, July 16 3:16 pm Over the past week, several girls from my cheer team have turned up dead in the woods outside my hometown. The body count is growing with every day. Yesterday, two more girls were found. I don’t think the killer is done. “Friday, July 17 3:22 pm The police haven’t caught the killer yet and I’m scared to go outside. I’m thinking the killer is targeting girls from my school, particularly the cheer team. I don’t know why, but I don’t really care. The one thing I do care a

     That night was the night of three friends’ weekly sleepover. That week it was Ally’s turn to host, and, therefore, they were sleeping over at her house.     It was at about eleven o’clock that Veronica, a olive-skinned brunette, suggested a game out of boredom.     “We should play Truth or Dare,” she said, “I’m bored.” The other girls laughed.     “Sure,” Jessica, a pale-skinned blonde, agreed. Ally smiled and nodded her approval.     “I’ll go first,” Jessica offered, grinning at Ally. The other girls gave her the go ahead.     “Alright, Ally, Tru

      He sat in the holding cell, waiting for the officers who would escort him to the bus, undoubtedly heading for prison. He wasn’t too torn up about his capture, nor was glad to have been arrested. He just hadn’t anticipated his victim being emotionally stable enough to testify, but she had. She took him by surprise, just like he did her.    He laid down on the ground and closed his eyes, awaiting sleep, but none came. His mind was keeping him awake, probably for the sins he’d committed. They were what had landed him there, after all.    Suddenly, a clattering came from down the hall, the kind of clattering that echoes

 She sat on the bed, researching Lightning Style for a jutsu she was conjuring. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair pulled into a ponytail, she flipped through the pages, nearing the end of the book. “(y/n),” a knock and voice came from the door. (y/n) looked up, closing the book. She smiled. “Hey, Gaara, what’s up?” she asked. A man entered her room, his red hair catching light from the open window, turning it vermillion. “What are you doing?” he asked, sitting beside her and resting his chin on her shoulder. She blushed at his actions, turning her head to touch noses with him. “Just studying up for a

 I cracked open my eyes as morning light filtered through the open window. I stretched feeling my sore muscles ache from yesterday's training exercises. Throwing my blanket off I swung my legs over the bed. Dressing quickly I made my way down to the mess hall. When I walked through the doors, the only thing I saw was everybody staring at me, even my superiors, save Captain Levi. I blinked stupidly, not noticing why they were all looking at me strangely. Then I saw my best friend Mikasa point to her right eye. I blinked, not knowing what she meant. Then I finally noticed they were looking at MY right eye, the eye I lost in the titan attack on

 A teenage girl stood at the train station, waiting for the train. She wore a (f/c) sweater over her (s/f/c) t-shirt, and black leggings. Her (h/c) hair was in a messy braid and her (e/c) eyes stared over the taller people of the crowd, attempting to glimpse the train with extreme impatience. Another teenager, male this time, was picking through the crowd hoping to get to the front, aiming for a good seat, no doubt. Not bothering to even mutter apologies as he shoved people out of the way and stepped on feet, he pushed past the girl and their eyes meet. (e/c) meet amethyst, but only briefly, for the boy kept pushing to the front of the crow

 (A/N: this occurs around episode 4: ‘Assembly Time’) Karma sat in his normal seat at the back of the class, his feet propped up on the desk, his chair leaning precariously on its back legs. He felt extremely bored right now, as Korosensei wasn’t here for him to assassinate, nor were any of the students for him to prank. He let out a sigh. “Why’d I have to come so early? This is really boring… maybe I’ll just go back home,” he muttered, leaning forward and resting his feet back on the floor. He stood, grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Just as he was about to leave, a booming n