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 David Wilkerson's Economic Vision "It's about to happen---very soon, one nation, and I'm speaking prophetically--if I've ever heard anything from God in my life, I heard it ... Very soon a European or North African or Eastern nation is going to default on its international loan and when that happens, within two weeks, Mexico is going to default. Mexico owes $100 billion=2 0---80% of it to American banks---and here's what is going to happen: about two weeks after the first country goes bankrupt, (we're going to survive that, because most of that (money of the first country) is owed to European banks---German, Swiss and French banks)

          She ran on and on through the heavy, freezing snow. Her breaths shortened from exhaustion, and the form of her baby was running farther away from her. "Don't look back! Keep running! KEEP RUNNING!" His soft brown eyes flickered toward her as his body momentarily stopped; he considered staying back with her, to protect her. She screamed at him. "RUN!!" With the last word said he turned and bolted. The mother started to cry from fear and grief. Her killers were coming, if not physically than in the form of bullets. She gasped for air as she ran. She hadn't stopped for maybe twenty minu

         A stark white chest inflated and deflated from deep breaths of exhaustion. The snow-white wolf coughed as he exhaled, blood dribbling out the corners of his upturned mouth. Metallic blood sprayed on his strong teeth as they clipped together methodically; They wanted to bite something. Hard.   Slowly, sorely, Mishu pushed himself up from the dirty, dry ground.  He looked to the wolf in front of him, a calico wolf with a bleeding, crippled wing. That part was Mishu's doing. The twisted smile crept further along the wolf's muzzle at the memory... Her agonized cries of

              Kopa walked out onto the hot, dry earth of the Savannah desert. The air smelled of animals alive and dead, not unfamiliar to the King's son. His paw brushed against a rock, his eyes lazily following the clean trail it left behind. Not much to do today, he mused, scanning the Pridelands. A few boulders, the family waterhole, an acacia tree or two. And..his eyes shot back to in between the trees. His gaze focused on them, on a light tan furball motionless in the shade. A smile quirked on his lips. His cousin, Vitani. It had been a while since he had seen her, sh

       Cold, slender fingers trailed up and along her arms as she thought, huddled in a corner of her room. She breathed sowly, wanting to kill herself for being so stupid. She never meant to cause Darren this much pain. It had just been a mistake, that was it. She just got turned on by the wrong guys sometimes, wasn't a big deal. At least, it hadn't been at first... A single, cold tear slid down Karen's cheek. Closing her eyes she placed a trembling hand on her belly, which was just slightly more bloated than before. Oh Lord, she thought, what have I done?  A few knocks vibrated off the door. "Karen, sweeti

      Darren wiped away his tears furiously, hating himself for crying. He was so weak, and he knew it. That was what his father had told him all his life, even behind glass like what he was boxed into. Only he was in a hospital, not prison. Darren whirled and slammed his fists on the glass, screaming for his girl. Dr. Brenners came running thru his door. "Darren! What is it?!" he shouted, alarmed. Darren's eyes were bloodshot and painful. but determined. "Get Karen! Now!" he screamed. Brenner's eyes widened. "Darren! You're BLEEDING!" It was true. His IV had been ripped out his bloodveins, and both his nose and eyes were bleeding.  From brok

       Azula's throat burned from the fiery sparks trailing through her mouth, and from the salty tears that for the first time in her life, flowed freely and nonstop down her face. her entire body wracked with painful, convulsing sobs, rolling around in unimaginable pain. Zuko and Katara stared at her, just simply watching. They had never seen Azula so...uncontrollable. Not even Zuko. He wasn't heartbroken at her breakdown, not at all. He never loved his sister. So he just watched as she writhed around, chained up on the floor. Her spirit was finally letting go of all the torture it had endured for nearly 10 years. She screamed bloody murder

    One Week Later....          Karen pressed her face against the glass. The glass that kept her fiancee in a tomb-like hospital. Guilt and agony were written all over her face. She hadn't been thinking when she was in the car with the other guy. Darren was who she was in love with, not him. She only wished he could somehow explain that to him, and that she was sorry for all the pain she caused him. But the damage was done. He would never forgive her, because what she had done was unforgivable. And now she was afraid her baby was going to grow up fatherless. She cast up her ey