Getting Off Of The Bus
I sat on the bus staring out the window, admiring the gloomy weather and small neighborhood.
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I sat on the bus staring out the window, admiring the gloomy weather and small neighborhood.
Chapter 1 - Tara Tara picked up her bag, relieved that another long day of work had finished. She shut down her computer and gladly watched the light on the screen die for another weekend.
I stood there in shock. The echoing blast of the gun on repeat in my ears.
“I have seen unspeakable things in my life,” I whispered, my voice shaky, breathless, “but this tops the list.” The tiny radio in my ear cackled to life as Zimmerman answered me, his voice low, a...
Chapter 2 Her skin felt tense, her breath slowed down and she was panicking. Danielle Harris could feel someone watching her.
Yay. I'm actually getting consistent with this!. Connie sighed and rubbed her face. "Fine. I was going to leave town." "And why was that?" her client asked, obviously enjoying it.
I fell asleep. I'm a light sleeper nowadays; after what happened. I slid helplessly, into a world of nothing but darkness. It was like I just died- blacked out then and there.
'It looks like a pile of crap now, but in a few months' time this pile of crap will be home sweet home. Hey, what am I talking about.
#OpussWings It's a long one so please be patient :) 'So, I see you have a degree in the Social Sciences alongside your teaching degree. And you speak fluent French, Spanish and German.
Slight twist in the story now, hope you like it :) •••••• I had a plan. It involved: •America •adverts •an aeroplane •£money£ •boys •body guards •security cameras&alarms And a lot of hiding...
Ok about a week ago now I posted on Opuss saying the following: Let's start a story. Ok, we each say one word and see where we get to.
Yes fish and chips said jennifer when her mum asked her what she wanted for tea from the chippy right be back in 30 minuets said her mum. she was 17 so old enough to stay home alone.
The urban jungle was over flowing with people. The traffic was congested in the road and people spilled out of doors onto the over crowded pavements.
My body was still shaking violently after what seemed like hours. I tried to keep my mind occupied but my thoughts always ended up back on Sarah.
I felt the blood rushing in my ears; bringing me back to my heartbeat-which was fast-I tried to force an eye open, white light entering and temporarily blinding me.
*Just a new idea for a story i came up with-there may be more parts to come. Any criticisms/improvement ideas would be greatly appreciated. Happy reading!* I walked into the tide.
"I'm being serious, you don't deserve to live after what you did then, and what you are now doing. You will pay one day." Lewis shouted with powerful anger.
Part three of Opuss Battle Royale Stabbing pain rakes me as my eyelids are prised open. My vision is blurred and yet I can see light, and a shadowy form. Am I with her.
I let myself drift in and out of a light sleep, but I was always aware.
Another sleepless night. I keep thinking about what has happened in the last week. And whats going to happen. I trudge over to the dusty cardboard box.
Roller | coaster | toaster boaster | Roaster | Opuss-poster | foster | lost-her| Searching | perching | lurching | sPlUUUrching| Healing | feeling | seeing | unbelieving | Searching more| Got a...
The Box is quiet. The Box is still. The Box awaits a victim on the antique shop window sill. The Box is powerful. The Box is dark. The Box will overwhelm you, destroy you, be careful.
I swayed on my feet as a pounding headache threatened to make me keel over. I blinked. The scene before me was confusing. Seven people were sat on big metal chairs. Almost like thrones.
An emotion of some sort flashed across Sarah's face. It was so brief I didn't have time to work out was it was, but it looked like pain worry or confusion.