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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
Descriptive PortraitureYour eagerness to begin our first day together, in person, was as bright and warm as the golden California sunshine that crept playfully into your window. You waited to wake me only for as long as you could stand to, then tousled my hair and spoke to my jetlag-stricken self in singsong until I stirred.
Your own dark brown tresses, unbrushed, fell flawlessly around your face and onto your pajamas-clad shoulders as you responded to a few e-mails on your laptop. The contrast between your skin and hair in the light of dawn was absolutely striking. In mid-dress, I whipped out my camera and sneaked a picture. You mock-fumed when you heard the shutter click.
"Don't worry," I reassured you. "I won't post it anywhere."
But I did, and thank goodness you were forgiving. It was too perfect not to share. Even my smarting eyes could tell that your face had expressed the utmost sense of joy and serenity.
* * *
That blue-and-white-striped Hollister shirt had been a staple in your wardrobe for ne
Adventures of a CarAs I surveyed my car while my father in-law's phone rang, I considered the events which had led to this. Remarkably, I wasn't angry or upset. In spite of losing my car, I wasn't panicking. Rather, I was quite level-headed, and would soon share a laugh.
Purchasing the car had been a necessity. Just after replacing the radiator in my 1993 Buick LeSabre, I bumped into a Jeep Grand Cherokee which was traveling at about 35 miles per hour. The slight bump unhitched and bent the hood, knocked out a headlight, tore off the grille, and, to add insult to injury, bent the brand new radiator backward over the engine.
The replacement was a 2000 Ford Focus wagon. The dealer had obtained it at auction with only 58,000 miles. It was previously a corporate car. I had high expectations on that basis; since it was previously owned by a corporation, I was of the impression that the car would have been in good shape. After all, a company would care for its assets.
I had not expected what would follo
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S.M.I.L.E. - His CurlsThe first thing I ever noticed about him were those dark curls of his. They were so wild and thick, making the giant defensive tackler seem like a small child. It was my first time seeing someone with real, natural curls. A part of me wanted to stand on the tips of my toes and reach my fingers up into that untamed mess, but I held back. After all, I didn't even know his name.
We only shared science and study hall together, sadly. Our lunch periods were the same as well, but he always sat far away, surrounded by his friends. Whenever I was able to, I would sneak a glance over at him before quickly looking away whenever one of them were to notice me staring. I could never seem to bring myself to talk to him, but for some reason he always seemed to notice me anyways. He would redirect me when I got lost in the hallways, made an effort to bring me into the conversation, even convinced me to participate in the dreaded School Spirit week.
It was such a strange concept to me. We had neve
Another worldShe rested her head on the plane window and let the electric guitars and screaming vocals flood her ears. The drums pounded away, and the dark, melodic vocals soothed her grieving soul. Her blue eyes surveyed the air around her; she longed to see someone. Even if it wasn't possible, she dreamed of seeing him. A crash of the symbols and a final riff collided in her eardrums, signaling a grand finale. As the vocalist screamed at the top of his lungs, she watched the world around her fall, as she slipped into another world.
She traveled to this dimension, eyelids heavy from her journey, and sleep embraced her peacefully.
But still he haunts her dreams.
Fighting in ShenTeens in Omaha fight with guns. It was much different in Shenandoah, Iowa, in the late 1950s and early 1960s. I wasn't present when Doug Olsen fought Duane Andress one day while they were working in the nurseries, but I heard summaries and interpretations of the event for at least a week after it had transpired. Duane said Olsen had sucker punched him and that the attack was unprovoked.
I was present when Gene Frizzell broke Greg Buntz's nose in a fight out at the Old Highway one night. They'd agreed to meet and duke it out. I never knew exactly why—perhaps a taunt, a dare, a challenge. They circled one another, boxed, punched, bumped into parked cars, staggered, fell, and then wrestled around on the pavement for several minutes. There were eight or nine cars there, maybe a few more, a fairly large circle of curious spectators, most of them friends of one or the other of the two contestants. I was with Greg, Cox, Voitenko, Willy, and Powell.
Someone pointed at Frizzell and yelled
There is a tale of a tenth muse, born from the brain of Dios, or "Zeus". Dekino`os, the random ruler of invention of things inartistic. He it is that created steam in all its machines, the eternal combustion engine, computers in all their glory and destruction. And Spying.
Dekino`os is the secret ruler of the world, its creator and destroyer, its Fate.
Many are the stories of his deeds.
Lancelot Price 2014 September 18
A short summary of my life
The worst thing about everyone including your parents hating you for your beliefs is deep down it makes you feel like a bad person on the inside.
A short summary of my life, by Ihatebeingmale
It took me a while to actually start writing this story, partially because all the life changing moments that have occurred couldn't possibly all be summarised into one story because there's so many of them, but mostly because I dread to go back there. I hate a lot of things, in fact I'd go as far as to say I hate everything, but if there's one thing that truly stands out, it's my past. God knows I would do anything to get severe amnesia. No living thing should have to feel the pain I have felt in the past. Just knowing that these things have crossed my life is a torture more foul than any pain inducing contraption any human has ever come up with.
One thing I learned from my life is how utterly helplessly screwed the human race is as a society. Wanna be truly open minded? Give up, yo
Clandestine Adventures“This is a bad idea. A really bad idea.” I said. “Stop worrying.” Marc said casually.
We crouched underneath a small fence in the moonlight, apartment blocks all around us. A police car drove past slowly, for the second time. “He knows we’re here!” I hissed. Marc laughed quietly and said, “Bullshit.” I scowled and stayed down. The cruiser didn’t come back.
We got up slowly and resumed our moonlit walk, striding purposefully but warily down the street. “This is an awful lot of risk for energy drinks.” I said, worrying. Marc laughed again and said, “You and I both know that this isn’t about the energy drinks.” I frowned, partially out of worry, partially because I knew he was right.
Ten tense minutes later, we had finally reached the gas station and headed inside. We both had our hoods up. Rajhish, the Indian man at the c
My LifeREAD DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING!!!
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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