Sexy Ninja Studios

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I always wanted to be a witch. Magic – or magik, if you prefer - always fascinated me in a way that nothing else did. I especially enjoyed the religious aspects. The idea of a God and Goddess who are the embodiments of nature and it’s manifestation of life always appealed to me, particularly the stories which describe the Goddess as the being that contains and conceives the universe and the God as her inspiration for life. I felt I had a connection to them…that I could harness their eternal power.

Oh, how gloriously wrong I was…how very, spectacularly wrong.

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Mental Heath Questionnaire

Please answer honestly.

What is your age?

Are you currently taking any prescription medication?

Is there any history of mental instability in your family?

Do you suffer from any form of mental instability?

Are you sure?

You wouldn’t lie to us, would you?

It’s okay. You can trust us.

Seriously, we aren’t trying to trick you into lowering your guard.

Why must you think poorly of us? We’re only trying to help.

Okay, that’s it. You’ve forced us to take matters into our own hands. Orderlies are on their way to detain you. Have a nice day.

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Space is great. It’s enormous, vastly unexplored, and best of all…quiet. I love lounging in the captain’s chair of my small, personal ship, staring out at the billions of stars stretching on to unknown limits. I could sit here and stare for hours, forgetting to eat, not bothering to sleep…it’s probably not healthy in all respects, but it’s what I love.

Unfortunately space is also a haven for those who don’t adhere to the laws that exist on land.

Seeing pirates on the horizon, I sigh, shift the ship into battle position, and ready the small main cannon.

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“Derek…”

At first he didn’t look up from the television, but something compelled him and he was very glad. The outfit Jenny was wearing was nothing short of scandalous. The rose color in her cheeks gave away her extreme embarrassment, but she was smiling shyly.

“Derek…I know we’ve been distant lately, and I wanted to make it up to you…”

Her face growing hotter, Jenny slowly began to unbutton her already-revealing top until it hung softly along either sides of her breasts.

Derek quietly turned off the television and rose.

Sometimes there were more important things than football.

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The gunfire had become so deafening that it was impossible to hear anything else. Even your own thoughts were indistinguishable in this din.

Cutter inched forward slowly on hands and knees, painstakingly, maddeningly, until he was mere inches from the dark-haired man with the very large machine gun. With deft hands he reached forward grabbing the unsuspecting soldier’s head. Before the machine gun could be lifted a millimeter, Cutter had neatly snapped the Nazi’s neck.

He lay the dead soldier down in the bushes and moved on.

Cutter planned to win the war one silent death at a time.

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Cats are magnificent creatures. They’ve adapted to the world in a most fascinating way. They are adorable creatures who spark our loving nature and cause us to take them, cuddling all the way, back to our homes. There, we feed them, let them sleep wherever they wish, and even clean up their waste by hand. And what do they do to thank us for our generosity? They ignore us, snub us, occasionally scratch or bite us, and if we’re really really lucky, when we’re doing something important, they’ll come up and sit on us.

There’s something wrong with this picture.

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Carrie hesitated before opening her eyes. Maybe, if she just didn’t acknowledge that it was morning, it wouldn’t be. Alas, the sun was peeking through her bedroom curtains…it was time to awake and face the day.

Grudgingly, the young woman rolled out of bed and crawled to the closet where her uniform was hung, mocking her. She glared at the bundle of brown and eggshell fabric with disdain, willing it to catch flame or unravel into a million threads.

Carrie looked into her mirror and gave her best fake smile.

“Welcome to Tim Hortons, may I take your order?”

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Frank took one more shovelful and tossed it out of the hole.

“Not bad,” Jason complimented, shouldering his own shovel, “Not bad at all.”

Even at six feet tall, Frank had to rely on a great deal of upper body strength to crawl his way out of the hole without bringing a wall of sand down on top of them. Jason, a few inches shorter, had to rely on Frank to drag him out once he was up above.

Then, they tossed Shane, who was passed out drunk, into the hole.

“Think he’ll be mad?” Jason snickered.

“Nah. Let’s go.”