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Surely everyone knows that sometimes you need to act on an urge that's been frustrating you for so long. Something that has been constantly on your mind that you know is wrong.
The light twitched and flickered as it shook. He sat squarely at a wooden table that had hundreds of names scratched into it, messages of warning and despair. He took no notice.
Introduction. They considered themselves normal, born of normal parents, lived normal childhoods, had normal adventures, had normal heartache etc. Why then did nine men decide murder was the only way.
*Ok. Had one person comment on it so I will try and write the first part. It may take a while.* The girl slowly started to open her eyes.
Fiction. Original by me. Introduction. The light of the sun suddenly blinded me without warning. I groaned. "Get up. First day of school!" my mother pulled the cover off and to the floor.
I pulled the knife put. Blood didn't pour from his mouth or out of the wound like the movies. He just looked at me, and fell backwards. Ha. Ha. I sweeped up the broken glass from the kitchen floor.
Part 2 (you'll need to read part 1 or it won't make any sense(: ) ----------------------------- 3...2...1, I counted to myself. And then, sure enough, his lips froze and he recoiled.
Daniel woke up long before the sun came up on Christmas morning.
There's a pale girl in front of me. I don't know who she is but for some reason, I recognize her. She's beautiful. Then I wake up. It feels as if I had eaten barb wire. Must have caught a cold.
In the end, he was just the same as everyone else in the crowd; they all wanted to be different. He brushed past the freaks, the ravers and the stoners.
Part 1. "So, how old did you say you were again?" "17," I lied, no traces of doubt. "Great," he winked. The boy, 19 or 20 at most, leaned in close and I caught the alcohol on his breath.
She was dying- a slow painful death, just like she deserved. Her blood was slowly running out. In fifteen minutes Clara Warren will be dead. "Help me... Abbie help..." Clara moaned.
When the light was dark, the day was young. a man with a sly smile on his face rose from the damp, antiquated chair.
The wiry one they called Flint had returned and he was careless.
Melrose and Rodeo drive. That was her corner; veronica was number one around here. Ever since Veronica was fourteen she has been on her own. Doing whatever she had to do to get what she needed.
The glass was clear, so he could see them observing him. However, this glass was different, it was stopping him sensing them, knowing them, being in control.
Part 3 Before she knew it, the footsteps where back again coming closer, a low sob escaped from her mouth, the persons breathing loud and steady now. It talked.
Please say what you think no oh that was good when you thought it was rubbish truth.
Part 2: The Chase 'Is that you?', she called, 'quit fooling around Sammie!' No reply. 'I mean it, stop' she tried to sound angry but the last word was nothing but a soft whimper, a whine.
I was back in a time I wanted to forget. The man that changed my life forever was just meters away, his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans and his jet black hair wavering in the wind.
Sir Rein gave a stare for a minute before giving a loud chuckle: 'Oh. M. Poirot. a detective or a comedian?!' Lara didn't look so convinced, her empty gaze rested upon him.
“When you get to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something...
Chapter Thirteen After what seemed like years of waiting, the foot steps began to move again, heading towards the fireplace. The taking a a turn towards the book case on the opposite wall.
You thought it was over. Not yet ... THE FINAL CHAPTER. 48hours later ... Rob was angry, he'd just lost his father figure, an to make matters worse, his girlfriend was the one that called the cops.