PF University My name is Reaper. You might be thinking "What kind of name is Reaper for a guy?" Well, the members of the Navy SEALS don't use their real names. Yes, I am a Navy SEAL and I attend a university called Guardian Angel University. Guardian Angel is a university where young men such as myself are trained as members of the American military. The many different branches of the United States military, are taught at university level now, there is a reason for this but I will get into that later. Right next to my university there is another university by the name of PF University. "What does the PF stand for?" you ask. I'll give you a hint. PF University is an all-girl university. All the students and all of the faculty are female. But this is not your hint. The one thing everyone at PF University shares, the one thing they have in common, ALL of the students and ALL of the faculty are PREGNANT! Yes, you read that right. ALL of the students are pregnant and ALL of the faculty and
School For The Pregnant It all started on a grey and gloomy day. With the streets flooding and gutters swollen with rain. The nightmare that would be known in the whole country would last for decades to come, possibly even centuries. Due to the crippling economy, the United States government was forced to release some of its prisoners. The federal government decided it was much safer to release the rapists and criminally insane doctors. To anyone else, this would seem very fool hearty. However, for the first time in the country's history, the government was making the right call. If you took into consideration are the murderers out there. There were people like John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy and the BTK killer. Because of the release of rapists and psychotic doctors, they joined together. The rapists would impregnate men and women. Then the criminally insane doctors would manipulate their pregnancies so they would never give birth. In fact, every time their victims had unprotected sex, they would ca
Mini-story: P-PopBecca winced from the sound of the concert as she held her lapel and credentials up to the security guard. "I'm here to interview Candice Marino." He towered over her and had the stern look you'd want in a good bodyguard. After a few seconds of glaring back at Becca, he stepped aside.
"She just started a second encore so she won't be with you for a while," he said. He may have been gruff but he was courteous enough. Becca thanked him and walked into the backstage area. There were cables and large metal luggage cases all over and technicians were hurrying around to keep the show going smoothly. Becca could hear a few complaining as she ran past her.
"I can't believe they're making us stay here for a second encore," one man said to the other. "This show is huge and we can't just keep it going on a dime."
"I don't know why you're so surprised. I expected this," his companion said. "Besides, you see how big that crowd is. If we didn't keep working, she'd probably have whipped them into a m