Room
I'm in a room and it is bare Save for light bulb and a chair In front of me there sits a box Has no handles has no locks But on the top there is a switch...
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I'm in a room and it is bare Save for light bulb and a chair In front of me there sits a box Has no handles has no locks But on the top there is a switch...
SMASH. I jumped out of my skin. Oh crap, not again. Another smashed glass. My hands couldn't stop trembling, as if minor earthquakes were rippling through them.
Night. It's hot. The power's out. It's damn hot. Can't-breathe hot. You drag yourself out of bed and try swatting a mosquito that's been pissing about your head for God-knows-how-long. You miss.
Chapter1 As she dragged herself out of bed that morning, trying to remember what she had to do before she left for work, she couldn't help but think about how much she would rather not go and would...
I meander back to the main control room, the dusty corridors holding no place in my mind, and the friendly orange glows of the sodium lamps that adorn the offices, casting strange silhouettes of...
'Tell me', the tall man said, eyes glaring down at me. 'By what name am I to know you?'. I dared not look up into those ever longing eyes, and kept my gaze fixed solemnly on the carpeted floor.
The man himself sat up slightly straighter as I approached him, smiling dryly with a set of full gleaming white teeth.
The light had been on now for four houers. In My head I pictured him and me fucking, him and other guys fucking, me raping him. I pictured me randomly running in to him in a cafe or a shoppingmall .
He was watching them again. They were both looking up at him, squinting against the sun which was behind the block of flats, transforming it into a looming silhouette.
I was never one for long drawn out conclusions or one to linger on a topic for more than is necessary.
Late at night , pitter patter of raindrops falling down, drip drip drip that leak my father always promised to fix but never really did because he was "too busy for that now".
It is unsure how she did it, but where there's a will there's a way. She sent the wedding present wrapped in beautiful gold.
"The consequences of your actions are, and forever will be, fatal, leading to death by decapitation." These depressing and somewhat annoying words rang through my head as I rotted away in my prison...
Frank was lying next to his girlfriend Jane, looking deeply in her big blue eyes. She was pretty, even women turn after her when she's walking by.
The rain crept over the dark elms and the lake, over the broken plough lying useless in the field, over the dead stones; it crept like death itself coming for granny Wirren, and she knew it.
Rain. Mercilessly pounding the back of his neck, soaking him. It was cold. Only a few minutes ago it had been a normal, clear day in London, then suddenly out of nowhere the heavens seemed to open.
After the incident that Catherine wished to forget, she sat mopping at her bloody brow. Why was what was supposed to be a holiday turning out do badly.
Gavin, stood, staring at a sign. It had been half an hour since the person his boss wanted him to meet was meant to turn up. Still no sign.
He sank into the sand, watching the stars and the moon emerge from the bellowing abyss that was the sky - shining mercenaries, claiming victory over the dying sun.
First time. It's Ryan again. Jenny Loo's behavior is good. I thought she will live in my house about 2 weeks, but Christina called and said "I realized that trip in Russia will be awesome". Um.
She pushed away with a smile that wavered as she turned her back and made the short commute home, her fingers trembling, almost dancing to the pulse in her veins.
Chapter 1 The girl was cute and innocent looking. She walked about with a happy smile on her face, a genuinely nice person just going through life without bothering anyone.
Your skin must stroke along the grain, your eyes must always agree. Your curves must be straightened, your voice must warm the frozen. Your legs must keep a secret, your fingers must remember.
Did You ever truly have to psych yourself up to... Say watch something. I've had a lovely day, thus far. Thanks To my wondrous family, I love my sister dearly. We are so close, so fond of one another.