Caitlin Mathis

After Madeline finished her tale, she started to sob. I followed her outside and I watched her solemnly climb into her car and slowly drive away. Then, it started to rain. It was a few minutes before I even took notice of the rain. By that time, I was completely drenched. That’s when Alyssa ran into me and pulled me inside the church to dry off. While I was drying off, she told me her tale with my brother…

With the rawness of her memories still churning around inside her, Charlie pulled in a deep breath. Somehow, someway, she had to get a grip on her emotions. Had to separate the man who was once her lover from the cop who now headed security at her airport. The flood of longing that had swept through her when he’d held her as the tornado raged was something to be suppressed and ignored. Forgotten.

´Where is it? What have you done with the money dad left me?’ yelled Eric to his mom. He was at his wit’s end. The man had searched furiously in every corner of the gloomy, filthy room. Theresa, the 65 year-old woman who had a wrinkled face, watched the situation with her hollow and wet eyes, as if she was afraid to say something. Something too difficult to explain to a son, or maybe something too painful.

Fatigue was getting to her. The hot day got dark fast. The sky was turning dark gray. Storm clouds were gathering, fast. Maddy, still flustered, thought she was close to the building. She saw building collapsing and a ginormous crowd of people rushing out. She ran to get a closer look. Maddy’s stomach dropped, that was the hotel she was staying at. What if mom, dad, and the boys went back to the hotel when I left? This is all my fault, they could, they could . . . die. Maddy thought as her eyes filled with tears. Her legs took control and sprinted to the sight of the collapsing hotel.

The little light next to the train she had to take flickered. She shuffled a little bit forward, not really knowing what to say. In the end she looked up, her smile had faded because she had to say goodbye. Not knowing whether she'd see the boy again.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

While the rest of the team had fallen asleep, I still laid awake lost in thought. We have already been on this plane for nineteen hours and thirty minutes. Which means we only have 20 minutes left on this horrible flight. I started to consider if we should've chosen a different airline, but then I realized I only dislike the 20 hours on this plane. I probably would've enjoyed this plane more if it wasn’t 20 hours. I don’t really know why, because I do enjoy the peacefulness I find on all planes.

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

JOHANNA’S AX SLICED INTO the floor beneath her and she breathed in heavily, smirking menacingly at a slightly shocked Katniss and Peeta, who had just entered the training room. Reeve sat on the steps that led up to the platform that Johanna practiced on.

Skylar woke, startled, to the sound of the alarm clock. The one in this New York hotel was much louder than the one on her nightstand at home. She guessed it was because of the loud street noise. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Guess where we’re going today,” said Skylar’s mom. “Where?” Skylar responded in a half-asleep tone. “Since your afraid-of-heights father is back at home while we’re on vacation, I thought we should visit the twin towers,” her mother replied. “Really? Let’s go!” Skylar said, jumping out of bed, grabbing some clothes, and darting into the bathroom to get dressed.

" Y'ARE very snug in here," piped old Mr. Woodifield, and he peered out of the great, green leather armchair by his friend the boss's desk as a baby peers out of its pram. His talk was over; it was time for him to be off. But he did not want to go. Since he had retired, since his... stroke, the wife and the girls kept him boxed up in the house every day of the week except Tuesday. On Tuesday he was dressed and brushed and allowed to cut back to the City for the day. Though what he did there the wife and girls couldn't imagine. Made a nuisance of himself to his friends, they supposed ... Well, perhaps so. All the same, we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves. So there sat old Woodifield, smoking a cigar and