Stalk: A Short Story

In the story “Catch the Moon” the character transition that Luis made was incredible. As the story first starts, the readers are introduced to a character named Luis Cińtron who had just been released from juvenile hall for breaking and entering; Luis is released into his fathers custody, and in the beginning of

"What do you want?" Juliet tilts her head to the side and ponders over the extremely general question. "Ice cream," She decides after a short moment of pause. "I want a strawberry and vanilla cone with a lot of sprinkles on top." "Wise choice," Her husband praises. "But we will buy some

Instead, it was a voice filled with concern, echoing and rattling inside their skull with its sharp pitch. Their eyes fluttered open to see an unrecognizable face swimming across their vision among an array of color.

The Night Stalker Richard Ramirez is an infamous serial murderer who terrorized Los Angeles, California in 1985. The media gave him the name the “Night Stalker” when he was on his vicious rampage of forcing himself into the homes of his victims late at night and committing his heinous crimes. Though he was only convicted of thirteen murders, he had many more victims. His crimes were so random, disorganized, and impulsive that the law enforcement officials of Los Angeles had no luck finding Ramirez for months as he grew increasingly more violent. (Tripod.com, 2012) Finally, in August of 1985, the police had enough information from many of his victims to release a sketch of him to the media. The sketch had only been on the news for one

“Figuratively or literally?” “Whoa!” In the corner or her eye, she could see that the boy had tensed up along with throwing his hands out defensively,” No! Not even-”

“Because he doesn’t want hepatitis.” Morgan answered. “You little…” Mary began before being cut off by a Lovienthal grabbing hold of her and laying a slobbering kiss on her. Steaks reeled back with a look of repugnance on his face as he made feign vomiting gestures, Morgan and Riley laughing at him.

and it was no use trying to make friends with the boys somehow though; y/n tried her best to remain humble. her awful experiences with friends didn't put an iron shell around her loving heart. she's still nice to people, and she tries not to doubt making new friends too much.

"No, my Lord. She is listening in, I'm sure, and with her origins, the creature you seek is a daemon she has probably dealt with."

He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”

The muscles in her face stiffened. When she spoke, she’d lost the lift in her voice. “No one is following me.”

IT WAS ABOUT ELEVEN O’CLOCK in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue

“Well, just look at you,” she said laughing. “I’ve never seen you dressed up before.”

Scott chuckled, "I can't help it you're so beautiful," Y/N can't help, but smiled at him, "God, you're so cheesy, Summers." Then she leaned in and kissed him, his lips feels feather light against her own. She then kissed his cheek, her lips skimming his skin until she reached his jaw where she pressed another kiss. His chin was next, and Scott closed his eyes as her lips trailing on his neck, leaving kisses here at there.

"Mmm, jealous, Earp?" Dolls quirked an eyebrow, a hint of a smile ready to tease her right back.

He stood as she entered. “Hey Bennett.” She threw her arms arm his neck, he stood unmoving for a second then warmed to her and patted her back.