BZ-Fresh

Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX I got caught...I got fricking caught.   Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.   If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…   I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go

The spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening. *grooooowl* “Ugh&he

Red and gold streaked throughout the evening sky as the sun went down on the Hidden Leaf Village. Mothers instructed their children to gather up their playthings and daytime vendors began to close up shop as the streets grew quieter, save for a few civilians and jounin working a graveyard shift. Birds nesting throughout the village chirped out the final notes of their songs before turning in for the coming night. All was peaceful in the village as the cliff-side monuments of the five Hokage kept ever-watchful eyes on their people. It had been almost six years since the Fourth Great Ninja War had come to an end and peace had finally returned

Not ironically, rains are much, much colder going into the winter months than they are during any other season. The heater of Sarah’s sedan did its job quite well, keeping her comfortably warm on her drive to the doctor’s office. The appointment was at noon, but she saw no harm in getting there a little early. Her schedule was pretty free after all and it was highly unlikely that the day would get any more exciting than this. “H-hold on. Wait a second… C-can you say that again please?” Sarah asked nervously. She couldn’t believe her ears. This had to be a joke. There was just no way it was possible. &ldq

*Bing! Bong! Bing! Bong!* Heralded by the automated school bell, the clamorous young students settled down as they took their seats throughout the classroom. As school days go, kindergarten was oft underestimated as one of the greatest years of a child’s academic career. At no other time is one as free to explore, goof off, and satisfy most any curiosity that came one’s way. It was the base from which true learning and imagination could soar into any number of creative and constructive avenues. Some may even go as far as to call it magical, as when the 8’o clock hour rolled around and they stepped off that bus, Rory and Dor