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Summer was in full stride in Yuma and it was all any one could do to survive the blistering heat. It caused most people to spend the peak hours of the day being sedentary venturing out during the late hours of the day when the sun had set. The heat was still there but no where near as bad. It was an unfortunate side of life but one that had to be taken in stride if a person was expected to have any sort of social life. This was not to say that there were those who attempted to have a social life even during the hottest hours of the day. Such was the case of Nick Grime and Marshal Coomings. "Dude, I told you it wouldn't work," lazily remarke

This is my confessional, the confessional of Remus John Lupin.  In here I hope to accurately portray the events of my life and the lives of my friends.  There will be points where I will need to extrapolate seeing as my memory can not recall the exact words shared but know all events are true. In this confessional there will be moments of humor for not all memories are sad but the general flow of my life and that of my friends is on the whole a sad tale, one I wish could be made better. The best place I feel to start would be an explanation of myself.  I am a werewolf, but in no means am I the beast that most would think.  At least I try to

A single rose, just one single rose, is a masterpiece in beauty, stem long and graceful reminiscent of the length and beauty of woman.  This all leads up to a delicate blossom of the purest and richest red; so pure so innocent so beautiful that it puts all other colors to shame.  They cower in fear to behold such beauty and glory.  For something so noble to be placed on a flower places it at a beauty beyond compare.  With a rose each petal is hand crafted and safely nestled into the blossom in perfect order, not one is it’s equal.  Each petal is soft to the touch putting the glories of silk to shame if one could truly grasp a cloud it wo