The man sat in the booth across from me studied me with old eyes. His wrinkles which formed when he used to smile so much are no longer quite as prominent. The man’s irises were currently an icy blue, resembling the seasonal weather among the small town. This I only knew because I’ve seen him once before. His eyes were almost like a crisp auburn- resembling what was known to him as “the falling of the children”
“Aren’t we all?” The man smiled at me. “Fine, then. We won’t change your image; we’ll just enhance it. I need to polish you up a bit, but your aversion to all things fake might just be your greatest asset here. Hold on to that, honey.” He patted me on the back and walked away, sending a group of women swarming my way.”
Don’t Let Them In your head Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots. “Pong!” I spiked
Earlier yesterday I received a message from a beautiful 22 year-old girl who also has Treacher Collins Syndrome - a craniofacial disorder. She writes me and says: "Hi Cynthia, I hope you are doing well; I would like to know if you think that men really pay attention to the
Rafe I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.
I peeped my head out out from the cloth like a curious meerkat, then scooted out from under the table. I grinned inward and glanced at my laced up boots. If I was in heels I would not have been able to do that.
Killing must feel good to god too… he does it all the time. Without hesitation, without a scratch of a though against his head he lets it happen and he lets the action run its course again and again and again.
As she gets on that plane she knows it’s going to be a long trip from home.
Hi! My name is Mayella Ewell. I belong to the lowest of the low amongst the whites in Maycomb. I grew up in a poor family and never received any proper education. The only I have is probably being white. My dad and I want to have a better life, but dad doesn’t want to put any effort into doing so. My mom died when I was young and I became a surrogate wife for my dad. I wish I could have gone to school, but I have to take care of my children. My dad loves to go out and drink for the whole day. When he comes home, he often drunk and this is when he would rape me.
I admit it now: my willpower simply caved. I was feeling bad for the man, dressed as he was, and, I confess, I pitied myself for previously mentioned reasons. “Fine.” I said, “But I must introduce myself.”
Dr. Hastings runs over and sedates Wilbur again. Wilbur falls back asleep. There is a buzzing on Dr. Hastings phone. DR. HASTINGS Ugh! Finally! Buddy here! Imaginary Friend
Greenville. Even the name sounds innocent. Or at least innocent enough to fool people. But look a bit closer, everything isn't as it seems. And if you look close enough you can see the demons hiding in the shadows.
“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.
Scene 1. daytime. interior of a study. A man, Dennis Rader, is sat at his desk writing on a piece of paper. His back is hunched over and to the side of him there is a small bin filled with balls of paper. In the background you can hear small children shouting and screaming, Dennis seems frustrated by this as he looks behind him and groans before concentrating back on his writing. The voice over starts.
Mr. Farrar, I don't know how to start this. But please know that this is an explanation, not an excuse.