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One Wrong Move: Ch 2It had been a few weeks since the last what everyone at the detectives department had come to call drop off.
Of course this didn't allow them to let their guard down. They constantly monitored the security cameras and reviewed them whenever something strange came up.
Aiden was once again sitting at his desk, reviewing the notes on the case when he heard a knock at his office door.
"Come in!" he called out.
The door creaked open to show his boss standing with a young women, heck she only looked to be around the age of 17 or 18, but he had heard all about that makeup stuff during commercials.
"Forrester I would like for you to meet Melanie Neufeld, your new partner on the case" said the boss.
The girl smiled, her dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun held by two different colored chopsticks, one was green, the other blue. Her skin was pale, extremely pale, an unhealthy color, it looked like she hadn't seen the light of day in years, she was clothed by a navy blue sweater over
One Wrong Move: Ch1"This just doesn't add up!" the man yelled before slamming his head onto his dark wooden desk.
For weeks the Tennessee state police had been receiving criminals, people who they had been searching for weeks for just showed up shackled to their front doors, like a Christmas present.
But that wasn't the most disturbing part. Everyone of them had some type of wound, patched up but whatever had been wounded was forever unusable. Just last night a man convicted of rape had been shot in the, and when the man thought about this he shuddered, he, he had been shot in the balls, damn that must have been painful.
Every person they found at the door also carried a video tape, and when they watched the video it displayed the crime, usually from start to finish save a few occurrences.
Many private investigators had been called in including the man down now laying his head down on his desk, sighing, and about ready to give up, yours truly, Ayden Forrester, he was new, getting the job at
This Cant Be Real - Ch5Autumn's POV
The bus pulled to a stop and everyone stood up, I waited for Grey to first, I was nervous that he would flip out again if I didn't.
Once the ginger was up he helped me stand, me, being the klutz I am tripped on my backpack still laying on the ground.
I stumbled into Grey and we both fell onto the seat next to the one that once held us.
I awkwardly pulled myself up, and was thankful that we were the last ones on the bus.
Grey just snickered and linked hands with me as he picked up our bags.
The two of us walked off the bus and into the yard, the place was rural, and as I looked around more realized that it was a farm.
Everyone was introducing each other, I saw a middle age couple hugging Winnie, must be her parents.
"There sure are a lot of people here" I pointed out.
"Yea I bet all the neighbors are here, everyone's banded together." Grey responded.
I looked all around and out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy who looked to be our age, he had blond ha
This Cant Be Real - Ch4Autumn's POV
I woke up, but strangely not in my bed.
I tilted my neck up to see a boy with ginger hair smiling at me and gently playing with my hair.
All memories of the previous day came flooding back and I let out a choked whimper.
The boys smile fell and he hugged me tight.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
"OK...I guess." I replied.
"That's good to hear" he said, smiling once again.
"Where are we?" I asked him.
"Oh we crossed the state border while you slept, we're going to drive to Indiana and stay there, Winnie's families house is there, she went to college in Missouri and that's where she met Baxter." he told me.
I nodded and tried to stand up but Grey's arm held me down, the look in his eyes told me that I should stay seated next to him and not try to leave his side again, it sent shivers down my spine.
He smiled once I was seated next to him again and he put an arm around my waist.
"You can lay your head against my shoulder again." he said.
The way he said it felt more like a com
This Cant Be Real - Ch3After everyone was well equipped and we were all stocked up on weapons, clothes, etc. we all got back on the bus and Xavier started to drive.
"Hey wait", I called out, "I need to make sure my moms ok."
"Ok, where's your house?" asked the driver.
I gave him the address and we were off.
The entire ride I could be found nervously bouncing my knee up and down and twiddling my thumbs, halfway there Grey joined me and attempted to calm me down.
Finally we pulled into my subdivision and my hazel eyes grew wide at the site in front of me.
Zombies, these horrible, horrible creatures surrounded homes, people were screaming for help as they were eaten alive.
I watched flesh being torn from the bodies of everything living around us.
We reached my house and I stood up, my body shaking terribly.
There on the road, lay my mother, or what was left of her, her clothes were torn and her face was so badly mutilated she was no longer recognizable. Even I her daughter could only tell by the re
The Kidnapping Diaries: Ch 1July/25/2013
So, my name is Daniella, I was given this journal by my kidnapper, but in here he'll just be called you, this is my story, hopefully ill be able to escape, and don't worry I'll take this diary with me, I want to remember every detail when we're in the court room, deciding your verdict, anyway, I'll keep you informed as much as possible, here's what's happened so far,
It was supposed to just be a little hike through the woods, until I saw you. You followed me, over hills, around lakes and small waterfalls, past trail signs, and never falling behind my pace. I started to run, and you started too, still keeping up with me. I decided to sprint and try to loose you on an animal trail. Just as I attempted to sprint down the animal trail, you grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against a tall oak tree on the side of the path.
"Let me go!" I yelled at you. You stayed calm and whispered i
a small tidbit of a personal pieceprompt: talk about a place you love, conveying your peace with it without outright saying that you love it.
I have three lamps in my room, and two of them are hardly very bright. Both sort of cast everything (except for the cluttered corners) into a soft glow. The other only works when it's dark outside and the other lights are off. It throws everything into a blue-ish glow and somehow makes it feel like a place faeries would escape to.
The bookshelf is small, but it's enough to fit my favourite books and memories. The walls and ceiling are painted blue and green and are covered in posters and art and doodles so I can't see enough of the colours to regret the crappy decorating job I did as a kid. My blankets are soft enough for my cat to sit on and he smells like sugar cookies and looks like home so I'm happy if he is. The desk is covered in marker that bled through my paper and paint that I couldn't get to stay on the page.
Sometimes it's sil
The SunflowerMy grandpa had a garden
It was the most magical thing I had ever known
And is probably the reason I love nature so much now
When I was little, he would take me outside to his fields, where rows of beautiful flowers, plump tomatoes, and so much more were planted in straight rows. Behind that was a green patch where an Indian tribe had made their home for what seemed like a very, very long time. We found arrow heads scattered almost everywhere, and even the occasional bone or two. Nearly all of my childhood memories resided in his yard. Well, either there or his kitchen. But thats a different story
I remember going to the store with him, hand in hand. We picked out seeds for the years crops. He would get the seeds packs he needed, and I got the seeds packs that had pictures I didn't know, because "I wanted to see every plant that ever existed." My words exactly. My grandpa would laugh and tell me there was way to many plants for that kind of dream, but I still wanted to try. I had always
Love for ColdPlayWhen I first heard Coldplay, I was with my sister. She had been listening to her new favorite radio station for hours while she played with her dolls. We were both 11 at the time. Having different moms, our birthdays were in the same year, I didn't care. We were 100% related as far as anyone cared. The DJ at the time announced the song. Clocks, by Coldplay. The song started and I put down my notepad in interest. It was an amazing song, calming, gentle. After it ended, I got out of bed, where I had been writing. I went to moms room, asking to use the computer. After a few minutes I carried the laptop back to Me and my sister's room. I looked up the song, downloading it to the computer for future listening. Then, I proceeded to look at what kind of band Coldplay was, and what songs they made. Since that day, Coldplay has been one of my favorite bands. 'Clocks' continue to be one of my favorite songs by them. Although I do listen to other bands, Coldplay is the one I listen to the most. I
Bawling BrawlYou're a bully. A pathetic nuisance like any other.
From an early age, you slammed me down,
and I didn't even realize that it was you doing it.
You were subtle and I wasn't being strong because I didn't have a reason to be.
I got sick of you fast. I refused you.
You don't deserve to be a part of my life.
And you think I'll forgive you?
No matter how many times you ask,
plead, beg, cry, whine, scream, and yell,
you will never be a part of me because
I am stronger than you,
I am wiser than you, and
I can play your game.
You want to kill me.
You hate me. Now?
I hate you.
I want you dead.
I choose to live.
I choose to fight.
I want you dead.
I am meI am me. I am a girl with an adventurers heart, but I like being indoors. I am a girl that loves attention and always wants to be on stage. I am a strong person, but people beat me down. I am kind hearted, and always ready to help. I am a girl with pain, but I always smile. I am a girl that cries, and tries to be strong. I am a person who loves to listen to stories, but hates to read. I am random, but I make sense.
I am me for real. I may be random and weird but people love me for that. I may be weak, but my heart holds me as strong. I do feel pain but I get over it. I love adventure stories. I love helping people in need.
I am me and I am proud.
PancakesMy grandpa was a cook in the navy
Every morning when I was over, he would make me MnM pancakes from scratch. Yeah, they always got a little burnt, but that was fine. While he cooked, he told me stories of his days in the navy. I would sit on a little chair next to the griddle he used to make the pancakes, listening intently and eating the leftover MnMs. Every story made my laugh, and he would laugh with me. He could make every situation seem funny, and thats one thing I admired about him; he loved to make people laugh and did it easily. Then he would get the pancakes off the griddle and put them on my plate, pouring syrup on each one to look like a smiley face. He would watch me eat, asking how they tasted after each bite to make me giggle. After I was done, he lifted me up so I could reach the sink, washing the syrup off my face and off my plate. We then walked out to the garden, bringing the same little chair so I could watch him work. This went on for years.
But then my grandpa star
How did i get here? A Short Bio by MeHello, reader. So how was your search through DeviantART fueled by boredom and inspiration coming along. Well if you have a minute, i want to share something to you. If you don't have the time or just want to do something else, i understand completely. I’m always use to that for many years. So How Did I Get Here? Here’s part of my life story that i hope you might learn something from it.
So it all began with me as a baby knocking my head on a corner of table, leaving a strange mark on my head just like Harry Potter. It it was not magic like you read or seen on TV or in books. It’s like magic but it was Creativity that was sparked. Since then, i never stopped drawing or having fun with junk and clutter. From kindergarten to elementary school, i love drawing and creating things that came from my heart and soul. Some things that i encounter became so precious to me that i just kept it to me forever.
But there are some things in life that i’m not proud of. Creativit
Best before"...continuerai a farti scegliere
o finalmente sceglierai."
Si chiudono gli occhi. Il sonno li accompagna. Gli amanti vogliono esserlo in eterno. Sanno che del loro sesso, che di quel sudato piacere, di tutte le carezze, dei tanti baci che non si contano perché senz'abitudine, di ogni sguardo complice e perverso nell'odiarsi prima di ritornare a cavalcare abbracciati, sanno che tutto questo, che tutto il loro esserci stati sparirà. Non sarà storia che si insegna la loro; a nessuno servirà; se ne dimenticheranno anche coloro che invidiarono il loro riuscire a non separarsi nonostante tutta la vita degli altri li schiacciasse, e loro proprio per questo ancora più stretti l'uno all'altra. La vecchiaia, se non prima, pareva l'unica. Ma il pericolo del divenire anziani è tremendo: non riconoscersi, non riconoscersi più. Si è sempre in tempo; levarsi di mezzo, lasciare spazio ad altri affinché litighino senza passione e soprattutto s
FourI am four hours old.
"Ma´am, there´s a shadow over your child´s crib, closer than usual. We told him to leave, but he didn´t."
I am four days old.
"Ma´am, the shadow did something. We don´t know what it was, but you´d better leave. It´s not a pretty sight."
I am four weeks old.
The shadow backed off. But I always know that he is still - somewhere. I even like him, in a way. He is special.
I am four years old.
The shadow came to the house when I wasn´t there. And now everyone is crying. He took my Papa. That´s not fair. Why him? Wasn´t it me he was waiting for?
I am fourteen years old.
I had forgotten about the shadow, but suddenly I remember him. I call for him. We need to talk. I wish I had something sensible to say.
I am twenty-four years old.
The shadow came to me to talk; he even brought his friend. Or mine, I don´t know. But talking to the shadow knocks me out regardless.
Now I´m about to leave behind thirty-f
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You sat there on your computer, again...
It was after school and as usual there was drama. You can across a website that you could take quizzes about pretty much anything on. As you scrolled through you saw a quiz called "What State Is Your Heart In"? Curious, you opened it up. The questions varied and finally you got your answer. It said Heart of Stone. You just shook your head and said quietly "They don't know the half of it." You stood up and walked over to the bathroom. The time on your phone read 11:11 pm, wow was it really that late?
You took your anti depression pills and quietly made a wish to yourself. Then, walking back into your bedroom you thought over your day. It had started with a text conversation the night before. Your real best friend had just moved across the country, and you wanted her to stay in touch. You asked your "friends" if she could join and they
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