Sleepless nights were Everette’s cup of tea since his parents murder. He obtained three jobs in the course of five years: murdering other people's list of victims, taking care of children in a hospital, and researching on finding who the people were responsible for his parents deaths. The last job, being the one he worked his hardest on. Sure, he worked hard killing for money and healing for children and their parents, but he wanted nothing more than to find and kill the ones who murdered his parents and vowed to find them before he lost his own life. The tall male would search far and wide within ranges, contacting people and connecting to find the murderers. Calling in South Carolina, someone tipped him off, giving him a little information that they did know. They didn’t give much, but it was enough for him to get a lead.
Trent James was sitting on his bed reading a book. “Trent! Go buy a loaf of bread and a jug of milk.” “Here’s $.50 to get you and your sister some candy.” Trent went to his cooking mother and got the money, then left for the grocery store. Trent was walking down to the local supermarket, which was one block from his house when he heard a squealing animal. It was near, yet distant. He looked over to the playground and started walking to it. He heard the crying sound again. He looked under the slide and saw a puppy crying. He scooped it up and looked for a collar. He didn’t see one. Trent then carried the dog home. “Mom. I found a dog”, Trent said. “A dog?”,Trent’s Mom said. “Yes, a dog.”,Trent said again.
Sophie Watson held her breath as she tried to calm down. It smelt like gunpowder and blood and metal and stale water, the resulting combination sending her reeling. Gevanni, one of her coworkers, saw Sophie looking sick and walked over.
The air in the world is unclean as the bodies of the deceased roam the planet looking for someone to devour as their next meal. Many people are struggling to survive from these creatures as well as other dangers. Some humans have rioted against each other and killing themselves in the process. But there is one person who managed to find a group that took him in as one of their own and his name is Nick. The group’s leader whom Nick is with goes by the name of Zhao, an ex-convict.
Laughter spilled out of the alleyway as three small children, a boy and two girls, came tumbling around the corner, one of them tightly holding an object inside her coat. They looked both ways and sprinted across the street, only to collapse in the grass behind the General Store. Gasping for air and trying to talk between giggles, the oldest girl told her two companions what they had missed.
EDWARD HYDE positively deteriorated throughout the rest of the evening -- his words, while long and elegant and therefore best suited for the upper classes, slurred together, suggestive of a cheap windchime’s discordant tin. His chair inched ever-closer to that of Utterson’s throughout the evening. The lawyer recoiled upon catching a whiff of the man’s breath and motioned to Poole, anxious for the safety of his friend lest Hyde, in such an intoxicated state, should deem it fit to remain at the house overnight.
While waiting, he wandered into an empty train and fell asleep, only to be awaken with the train in motion, hurtling him far away from home. Ending more than 1,500 miles away in Kolkata - a bizarre, hysterical city, whose dialect he didn't talk - Saroo is lost in an apparently miserable circumstance. Narrowly avoiding being kidnapped, and with no paper trail or family name, he ended up in a local orphanage, from where he was eventually adopted by a couple in Australia, starting a new life on another continent. Paradoxically suggests that Saroo managed to go two decades without thinking much about his mother, only to become obsessed with finding her at just the moment the technology made that possible. When college friends suggested using the
While I was lying in my bed one night, I heard a voice that had woken me up. At first, I thought I was crazy until I heard it again. This time I was sure it was a voice. It sounded like a little boy.
Exiting his house, Bokuto spreads his wings wide and takes off, heading to school. Though calmed by the slight breeze and being held by Bokuto, Akaashi's heart was still racing. What would people say when they saw him? Would they say nothing at all? Would they say everything he feared? Bokuto must've sensed Akaashi's rising anxiety because he held Akaashi a bit tighter as if saying "I'm
"You fall in love with who you fall in love with; you can never choose. I guess some people just come with a little more baggage," said Hemsworth. "I mean, look -- we were together five years, so I don't think those feelings will ever change. And that's good because that proves to me that it was real. It wasn't just a fling. It really was an important part of my life and always will be."