Ah! What would this young student have done had it not been for this forum.. You'll furnished my grammar like Femme Fatales, with manicured nails that ripped through my flaws and applied a healing layer of rules. The appreciation of the good stories were the bright beams of sunlight that pierced through the morning clouds.
I can't help but visualize the members having red wine in a glass, held by the neck and looking at the broad monitor fixed to the wall. The monitor displays the world map with flashing red circles in scattered countries, five in England, three in India, twelve in Russia, one in the Arctic and seven in Australia.
Cruella, the new intern, points at the one in Australia that just changed from flashing red to stable green.
"That's Pirahnia," says the head of interns. "She's our seasoned soldier. She's already on the plane flying over the Pacific Ocean. You'll learn a lot from her."
Cruella looks at the blinking red dots on the screen and realized it wouldn't be easy killing off the agents of WritersDigest, the agency who's agents have successfully saved the victims from Pirahnia's intentions.
Cruella's eyes move to the shield hanging by the wall, with two inclined swords that symbolized the time since the organization has been functional. The mission has been simple, untouched and unquestioned. 'Kill the amateur writers, sportsmen, actors, filmmakers, scientist and every other infidel who dares to work without competency."
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