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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
Spirit of Death Ch3Adaliah's POV
I stood up, and looked the bunny thing dead in the eye, "What on earth do you want, I still haven't forgiven you about the whole knocking me out of the mother trucking sky! The boy with white hair chuckled and I snapped at him, "Shut it snowflake, its not funny, my sister was killed when she was hit by a car." They all seemed to tense up, especially snowflake. "You weirdo's haven't even told me your name yet." "Weirdo's are we, well at least we didn't kill ourselves", said the white haired boy. "What! How did you know that!", I said angrily. "JACK!", all the others yelled at the boy. "What! she was asking for it!", he snapped back.
I laughed like a maniac, all of them turned to me, my eyes usually a soft crimson were now glowing a bright red, and it scared them all half to death. Holding my scythe up I held it up to Jacks throat. "So ya think ya know me huh, do ya, well I let you know you don't. I should have bee
Chronicle of a Past WinterThere has been only a few moments in my life where I have truly felt alive. The following bit of writing is a small chronicle detailing one of those events:
Four years ago this December, I was a very different person than the person who sits here writing this today. I was 16 and a junior at a local high school. I was skinny as a twig after lots of weight in during the previous year.
The year had been up and down. I had fallen in and out of love with a girl who was more confusing than a rubik's cube. A month after our break up, I lost my grandpa. He had always been an inspiration to me and he had always shown me how powerful knowledge really can be. I want to be the kind of man he was and I will never forget the impact he had on my life. Somehow in all of it I managed to stay sane and grind my way through day-by-day and month-by-month.
The first four months of school flew by fast. My Chinese improved rapidly as I took up as a teacher's assistant with my Chinese teacher. I was att
Singer and PlayerGuitar Playing
" Baby I'm going to leave you"
Maybe I don't understand subtle.
But I sang your tunes
Listened to your blues.
Sometimes, making music
was the only way I could talk to you
the ache in my heart was so loud
that I thought you had plucked it out,
and played with my veins
the most beautiful melody
but would never let me hear it
I wonder constantly
What am I supposed to do?
But I still sang
like a little caged bird
trapped in the hollow of your guitar.
Sun and MoonSome days I can't sleep
Smell your cologne in my sleep
Remember my childish squealing
Remember that now I'm still healing
From the cigarette burns,
that you left on my heart,
From the pills that were left in me
Poison from the start.
Do you remember,
the first time we met?
Eyes across the hallway
and the beating of my heart
Just like your guitar
and the squealing of the
children around you.
Oh the irony
Maybe I'll tell you one day.
But did you count
every day that went by?
because I know that I counted
every sleepless night
When I wondered where you'd gone
and if you were alright.
And the what if's that drove me crazy
and your motives that were unknown.
I swear I'm coming to California,
as soon as I get home.
If we'll still be able to get along.
Even if the time difference
is so wrong.
Can we still get tattooed?
If I don't speak to you.
If I can't trust you.
And the future
is so bright
Like the way I
Togliere il disturboNon fu straordinaria, speciale;
fu una storia come tante altre,
eppure merita d'esser scritta,
e stavolta almeno non per gli occhi di tutti.
Si vide e pensò che era ora di avere di più; subito rifletté e concluse che quel "di più" così vago aveva poco senso ma il solo averlo pensato le fece assaggiare la disperazione di ciò che non aveva e dentro di lei creava continue assenze che, seppur invisibili a chi le stava intorno, non lasciavano mai del tutto il suo sguardo che spesso puntava al nulla che le sembrava sempre troppo lontano.
Nel giro di pochi mesi, le sue condizioni divennero però manifeste e non poté nasconderle; la sua capacità di dissimulare divenne così flebile, tanto quanto la sua forza di inghiottire l'aria; si sentiva soffocare; letteralmente.
Preoccupati, più per educazione che per affetto, chi le stava accanto si prodigò affinché fosse curata; chi la visitò disse che in lei
Price 3 i 4PRIČA BROJ 3 – TRI DANA KADA SE U ZAGREBU OSKUPILO PREKO 14 TISUĆA OSOBA NA JEDNOM VAŽNOM SKUPU
Moja obitelj i ja smo Jehovini svjedoci. Svim Jehovinim svjedocima su važni veliki skupovi koji se održavaju tri puta godišnje. Jedan od njih se održava u ljetnim mjesecima i traje tri dana. Taj skup zovemo regionalni kongres Jehovnih svjedoka (do prije nekog vremena se zvao oblasni kongres Jehovinih svjedoka). Na njemu prisustvuju Jehovini svjedoci iz jedne države ili jednog dijela neke države. Ponekad se regionalni kongresi organiziraju tako da su na njih pozvani i delegati iz drugih zemalja te se isti govori iznose na jezicima delegata koji su pozvani da prisustvuju tom skupu. To su međunarodni kongresi Jehovinih svjedoka. U Zagrebu se redovito, svake godine, održavaju regionalni kongresi i na njima prisustvuje oko četiri tisuće osoba. Također, u Zagrebu se održao i jedan međunarodni kongres, a na
The Day of Dread 7/20/2014I've had some bad days. I think we all have. But never, have I ever, had a day as bad as 7/20/2014. Let's start with the interesting events of the night before!
I went to the bar with my dear friend Charlie, and we sang some karaoke and drank some drinks. Was an interesting night.. Had a drunk guy come up behind me, kiss the back of my head, grope the bartender and get 86'd. A bit later, outside with my buddy and I'm making the predator noise. This chick starts getting in my face, telling me "you're done. Go home. Get the fuck gone." I find this humorous as she is trying to be threatening and can't even hold herself up. A man that works at the bar told her to back up, and to stop being a bitch. Ends at that? Nope. After closing my tab and going out to my truck to leave (TACOS AHOY!) the girl that was in my face and her cousin start screaming at a car load of people for no reason. Charlie is already on his way out, but I stick around to make sure the two bartenders, who are really frail
In Lieu of Saying GoodbyeWhen you’re full you must become empty
When you’re empty you must become full
Without either of those things, you will not have the other
And to appreciate being full, you must know how it is to be empty
And that , in the end, both are temporary states.
And neither will last
Love is both being empty and being full.
It is flying so high, and still being able to touch the ground
It is fighting and making up.
It is being the best of friends, even though it’s only been a few months.
It is holding hands and skipping
It is sharing music
It is comforting each other when it’s all going to hell.
It is the little promises that are made and that can’t be kept.
It is the big promises that are made and fulfilled
It is the experiences you have, the places you go, the books you read, the things you watch and the music you listen to,
But most of all, it is the people you cherish and hold in your heart, even when they’re gone
Love is being empty and being full.
My Swimming StoryThis is a piece of my life that I’ve been keeping locked away for a long time. I don’t really like to open up about personal stories, but for the sake of people I hold dear, I wished to share it.
I hope you can glean something from it; whether that be inspiration, understanding, comfort, or anything you might need most internally in your life right now.
This is my Swimming Story.
I had been a competitive swimmer since age 5 (though I really started swimming when I was 4. I have one of those awesome moms that signs her kid up for everything in town; dance, soccer, drawing, sculpting, crafts, piano, violin, cello, track, debate, horseback riding heck even foreign policy for toddlers… I did just about everything our little town had to offer, but that’s a different story).
Swimming came pretty natural for me. I always loved the water, even at the end of spring and start of fall; I was the first one in
SchoolThis arrangement worked pretty well until it was time for us to go to school. Since I did not like clothes at all, my mother was worried about me trying to strip while in class. I guess she got lucky, because apparently she explained to me that I had to wear clothes when in school, and I accepted this.
It was around this time that my nakedness stopped being just nakedness and became true cfnm. At least that is how I think about it in my mind.
The first couple of months that we were in school, I would come home and actually keep wearing my clothes until it was time for my bath and bed. I still slept naked, as my mom could not get me to wear pajamas, but I was dressed at any other time.
My mom ended up getting a new job, and my sister and I had to start spending the first few hours after school staying with my aunt and cousins. The first day we were there we walked in we took off our shoes at the door (as my aunt didn't let anybody wear shoes on her carpets) I started to walk towards the
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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