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Have you ever felt like someones watching you . See a shadow in the corner of your eye , and then turn and no-one's there . ..... I have ....
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Have you ever felt like someones watching you . See a shadow in the corner of your eye , and then turn and no-one's there . ..... I have ....
It had all been a dream, thank God. A nightmare.
I wrote this perhaps controversial short story this afternoon. Understanding this action is more difficult than I first thought. I don't mean to offend, but to provoke thought.
The smell was subtle but unmistakable. When had it happened. Why. What had she done to push him away. She tossed thoughts around her mind. Broken dreams, transparent promises.
It had been a week since she'd seen Him lounging in the double seat, sharp, evasive, beautiful.
My first story. Written in the bathroom. Based on a half-remembered dream, inspired by soldiers who have spent their lives serving our country and cannot adjust back to a regular life.
"I didn't do it!" A young woman resembling a majestical wolf howled at the court judge. He looked at her, the disbelief shown in his eyes. "Miss W.
Frederic Arnold awoke with the most startling headache. His eyelids felt heavy but he fought to stay awake. He sat up in his bed and surveyed his surroundings.
Anger, sadness, desperation I feel them all right now, burning through me. Burning out my thoughts, burning out my sense of reality. So I do the unthinkable. I kill her. Murder her. Destroy her.
Her drunken breath ran down my neck. "Everyone is here. Come on. Don't be a party pooper!" I hear an arouse of boo's from the mouths of the crowd. She wanted me to do it. But I didn't.
A man escapes from a prison where he's been locked up for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns. Inside, he finds a young couple in bed.
Hardly a day passed without some thought of her and yet somehow he felt that things were on the up. It had been a lovely Summer and their romance (as he liked to think of it) had consumed it.