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Klea watched the house quietly, from the shadows of the forest. The trees moved around her, like extended limbs, sighing like weary elders.
Detective Larson loved this part. After the 'John' had been booked and processed, it was effectively his job to scare the living Jesus out of them, in hope that they weren't caught curb crawling...
Anton Chigurh: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss. Gas Station Proprietor: Sir. Anton Chigurh: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss. Gas Station Proprietor: I don't know. I couldn't say.
Hi, I'm new to this. I had a story in mind, but not sure if it's good. Well, here it is. Truth Hurts Part One *He hates you* The thought goes round and round in my head.
Chapter 4 : Second Chances He was finally inside Wurrinuns house. The excitement building inside of him. Although he was completely lost in Wurrinuns house.
There's an old man who many do mock. He’s long in the tooth and short in the cock. Like birds to a worm the gossips flock. They point and they shout, his fingers unlock.
Faye ran until she could run no further. Her heart pounded in synch with her panting breaths. Her lungs felt fiery with lack of oxygen.
The lights in the kitchen are off, but the extractor above the oven hob glows dim orange moonlight over two young men's untucked shirts and designer belts.
For what seemed like forever and a few light years away, she wasn't even close to figuring out who she was. Sitting in the morgue waiting room. Not somewhere where most early adults plan on going.
It was obvious that two of them were not supposed to meet. He had been locked in a room in the east wing. Quite a distance from her room, in the west.
My mind wandered as I lay in my bed, listening to my cats tranquil purr. I rolled out of the covers, a breeze hitting my leg gently. I sighed deeply through my nose and shut my eyes.
My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
Close your eyes and count to two. Fly off the handle, is what your gonna do. Lately things aren't the way they seem but to you, at least, it's just a dream. You need to get a grip, Revolvermouth.
Jonah knew a threat when he saw one. And that threat was Lydia. There was something about her..but Jonah couldn't quite put his finger on it. Was it good or bad. Jonah didn't know.
So i’m standing at my locker in school when i notice out the corner of my eye a cute girl walking towards me. “HEY” She says. “HEY, do i know you.” i ask. “I’m layla, we were in maths class together..
Slowly the door creaked open, further illuminating the room with the dim outdoor light. He could hear her tiptoe her way across the room, trying to surprise him.
( I have rewritten and added to chapter 1 so im posting this now, chapter 2 will be up in the next few hours !) Chapter 1 Cooly the water washed over his toes, the icy cold numbing his feet.
Fear is what rules man and pain is it's right hand; man lives in constant fear of pain, be it physical, emotional, mental or spiritual.
Prologue- After running out of ideas.
*hi again. Made a promise this would be up today so here ya go!* Helena was blinded at once by the white starchy light, which had returned for an unwanted encore.
"You fell asleep." "Hrumhh?" Lydia opened her eyes and was surprised to find her head being cradled in the lap of a boy.
The Forgotten (not sure about title?!?) 1. Regrets I regret it now. It was thoughtless. Careless. Stupid. I panicked. I was unaware of the consequences. Young. Youthful-Until that day.
"Let me in!" they shouted angrily while frantically knocking at the door. I shoved furniture against the door to keep them out. I leaned against the corner of the room, crying hysterically.
Steve: It is raining. We better get home fast if we don't want to get soaked in this horrible rain. Jennifer: It doesn't matter. Be careful and drive slow.