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Smoaked Out- Ch.5 December. 12. 2012             What a crazy two days it's been.   The good thing about crazy days though is that I get to write in you more often!   Now where to start?   I guess the most logical place would be the phone call to Mr. Steele that I made last night.             I was sitting at my desk while going through the list of names in Mrs. Queen's notebook when I noticed something odd.   Just to be sure my hunch was right I ended up cross checking with some recent news reports on the web.   As always, my hunch turned out to be right, well at least in my mind.   Picking up the phone I quickly dialed Mr. Steele's cell number to share the news (I only have his number for 'work' related purposes...nothing more.   Plus, he's way too old, and married, and ew).      ...

Smoaked Out-Ch.4 December. 5. 2012 Good evening/ morning Diary,             You know how I said before that work's been pretty boring lately?   Well, I take that back.   The last two days were actually quite interesting.   What happened you ask?   Well let me tell you.   For the past few days I've been doing some extracurricular work, particularly on the subject of Ms. Queen's accidental money mishap.   As luck would have it, or skill in this case, I found something.   With Mr. Steele coming back from his trip the same day, I decided not to waste any time in telling him...and hey I may even get a possible promotion because I'm so good at what I do (Not only was that not the case, but I almost got fired in the process!).             Walking into Mr. Steele's office later that evening I quickly grabbed his at...

Bloodlust: An Arrow Fan Fiction-Chapter 4: Brother's in Arms          Oliver reentered the world of conscious beings by way of an ice-cold blast of water to the face.   Blinking away the shock and the pain that coursed through his body he tried to stand up only to find his hands and feet securely fastened to the chair that he was seated in.             "Wake up Mr. Queen," Oliver heard a deep bassy voice say through the haze of his mind.             Looking up slowly Oliver saw a grim looking Bruce Wayne standing over him holding an empty glass pitcher.   Watching Bruce place the pitcher down on a nearby table and pull up a chair Oliver struggled to free his hands from their bonds.             "There's no use in struggling Oliver," Bruce ...