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Thought I'd start with a series. Hope you guys like it. -------------//----------------- "No!" I screamed. My friend laying there like that. All crumpled and... broken.
My senses are heightened. I feel their presence nearby, watching. They are getting bolder, ready to pounce. You may think me paranoid, but it's not the first time their kind have come for me.
I open my eyes to the same blank ceiling I always open them to. At my side, my brother Henri turns over and sighs fretfully in his sleep.
Erin clutched the cross on her neck, then forced her eyes shut. She wished. For hope. Something that would save her from this wreck she had got herself into.
A splatter of fire ripped through the torn curtains. The windows had long been smashed and shattered by the rumble of shells and the splattering of shrapnel.
My eyes were burning as I tried to open them. Sea's salt crust was stuck in my eyes so it was hard to see. A huge light was facing me and a long figure was standing way back in the corner.
The rain it fell for days and days, he thought: "I need to build a boat.
Morning came too early. I didn't sleep well, and had just began to doze when I heard the dull buzz of my alarm, ringing into the silent air.
"Let's go." Tashie said, ignoring Lydia's sorrowful sobs and Stefan's arm wrapped around Lydia. Gavin stood up, wiping his pants off, trying to act normal.
Lydia shielded her eyes with her hand. The neon pink light from Gavin's forehead was blinding. "How are you doing that?" Lydia asked Gavin loudly.
We move as one, across the smooth terrain that is The Window Sill. Many have journeyed. Few, returned.
I raise my eyebrows before I remember he doesn’t know about the message Haymitch sent us a couple of nights ago. One kiss equals one pot of broth. It’s not the sort of thing I can blurt out, either.
Despite my best efforts, I can feel tears starting to pool in my eyes. Peeta looks at me in concern. “What is it.
The night is young. The street is dark. Here is where. I make my mark. Check my make up. In the glass. My skirt's too short. Just hides my ass. Try to get. A man's attention.
The room he'd been thrown into was dark. The walls were rough and wet. A single window on the west side of the room let in a sliver of light. It was barred.
A strike of a hand, that whips it's flesh, as it cuts deep into her worn mesh. The scars seep deep into her heart that bleed, to be pounded down, and never lead.
The Chimpanzee of Lewe was a very social chimp, with many friends, a devoted mother, a strong father. She loved to play. Shew would play all sorts of games, climbing, chasing, wrestling, anything.
I tentatively took steps into the woods. This was the first time I'd gone out exploring, but luckily I wasn't alone.
Please God, help me. The icy water is closing in around me, pouring into my mouth, dragging me underwater. I'm gasping for air, my arms flailing wildly, struggling against the current.
The forest stretched for at-least 4 miles, with continuous train tracks heading over the valley. Erin lent herself against the window of the moving train.
Three blind mice... Scurrying on the floor Couldn't see the pussycat Behind the kitchen door Two blind mice... Fell into a hole One got out, but the other Now lives like a mole One blind mouse...
Running. Running as fast as they could. Shooting. Bang bang. Lydia had never killed anyone in her life. She'd been brought up properly, going to church on Sundays and saying please and thank you.
" Eriin, you there . " Muur whispered and waited for a reply. " about time you showed up. " Errin growled playfully.
Like if you want to see more. "Everything went black..." I slowly opened my eyes, and painfully tilted my head to look around. Wood everywhere. I was lying on a pile of straw, Lubber at my side.