Bozhidar In The Golden LadyBozhidar In The Golden Lady
It was a typical afternoon in bar known as the Golden Lady when the hooded man walked in with the average number of visitors for that time of day. Being located right on the outskirts of one of the most bustling cities in the kingdom helped it's traffic, but on the other hand "outskirts" meant "just on the edge of the woods, right down the way from the stables" and some preferred to get their mead and ale from the market district rather than take the trip.
But that wasn't the case for the man coming in now. Or more accurately, the elf coming in even though the hood covered most of his head his long ears and paleish-ness were still very visible. Not that it mattered much the Golden Lady was no stranger to elves. Especially not this elf.
He took a look around and sighed happily. The place was still in one piece since the last time he'd been there he knew from experience that this bar tend
Got a Thing For Rabbits?Brandon was always something of a shut-in. He preferred the company of fictional characters to real people, as they were usually not only more interesting, but more fun to be around. After school, he would come straight home, and do whatever chores and homework needed to be done first, so he could dive straight into his massive collection of movies, TV shows, video games, and comics for several hours every night.
There was one movie, though, that he kept coming back to over and over again, and that he didn’t think would ever get old. That was Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Brandon had first seen it when he was six or seven years old, and now, on the threshold of his freshman year in high school, it was still as fun as ever.
Brandon’s love of the movie came from a deep longing. When asked, he’d simply say, in the interests of not coming off as weird, that he liked the technological artistry involved in so seamlessly combining real life and cartoons in the same screen,
What the company needs Mr. Fitzgerald's mustache twitched as a he let out a short, sharp, puff of breath. "Well, son, I'm sorry," he began, "but the company has decided not to hire you at this time. Your application will remain on file for 90 days, after which..."
I had already tuned him out. They weren't going to hire me? This was my last chance. I didn't know what I was going to do if this didn't work out. Go back and live with Mom and try to find work there? Maybe get some cheap-ass apartment and look for work at McDonald's. This was looking grim.
"...Digital Limited Enterprises, Inc., wishes you the best in all of your future endeavors. Bye bye, now."
I despondently walked out of his office, running through a mental list of local bars I could go to to help forget this crap. As I headed for the door, I heard a voice. "Ah, excuse me...Mr. Collins?"
House Cleaning Rant “Ok!” John stated, “That’s it! It’s time for a discussion that should have happened a long time ago!”
“Oh boy!” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes, “What now?”
“Is this about buying more toilet paper?” Reggie asked, “Because I told you, I’ll get some on my way home from work tomorrow!”
“It’s about the state of this damn place!” John yelled at the two. The three roommates were piled into their apartment’s living room. John was a tall guy with a lanky build and beard and the person who initially asked for roommates in the first place. Reggie and Daniel, smaller in size but bigger in muscle, were his roommates.
“What about it?” Daniel asked.
“Look at it!” John stated angrily. The two roommates gla