The Chase: A Fictional Narrative

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

“I’ll smoke that last cigarette,” he said to his wife. “Stupid of me- it was the one thing I forgot to bring back from the farm.”

Predator and prey, he watched Rumer sniffed at him before she slowly built up his stamina. When had she become such an expert at arousing the darkness in him, Sandro had no clue, but she was. Long gone were days of hesitation when they both danced around their need, on all fours, and stroking him hard, Roo knew what she wanted and was going for it at a hundred miles per hours. "It's never too big. We just need to stretch you a little more, that's all. A little pain only makes it more exciting." He explained while moving to be on his hands and knees, his eyes devouring her body.

In “The Chaser” by John Coller, Alan Austen will not be returning to buy the glove-cleaner. One reason for this is that Alan Austen loves Diana too much. For example Alan Austen is eager to know if the old man has a love potion. Alan said, “you really do sell love potions?” (1).

I set by the window and stare at the sky, a sky that filled with memories.

She really should have changed her shoes, she reflected. Five hundred dollar stilettos didn't quite belong in in this almost-jungle. Also, how was she supposed to traverse those treacherous little paths in such high heels? She winced as the straps bit into her already numb feet. Maybe even coming here was a mistake.

“You know what, I can’t do this!” Sheila Easton blurted as she turned and walked towards the

When we finally calmed down, Grandma and I went out with my older brother, Michael, to protect us. We went to see if we could find what had made that very strange sound. As my brother, who is super brave, was leading the way; we rounded the corner of our first block, we hear the noise again. We all looked around cautiously trying to see what made the noise; but did not see anything that stood out as strange. Than we all saw it at once. It was the weirdest animal I had ever seen!

"I'm just pulling your leg, I actually am Julie!" She laughed out loud to notify him that she was just kidding around.

“Um, who’s this?” I asked, even though it wouldn’t take a genius to say who was on the other line.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Ethan replied, "She wanted me to tell you!" My face was now flushing red, and everything began to black out, with the last of my conscious abilities, I said:

“Well, how can I believe someone that has the courage of a rabbit?” he grumbles.

“ That’s exactly the point we aren't fake ghosts, well at least i'm not,” she yelled.

Paula checked herself on the ceiling high mirror on the wall. She was wearing a loose black and white and pink long sleeved top, pale pink pants and a pair of black converse high tops. She wore a white three layer pearl bracelet with a bow on the top center on one wrist and a gold charm bracelet on the other. She wore seven [including the bonbon ring] different rings, because she had this strange obsession with rings. She had another reason for wearing so many, though. Satisfied with her look she walked over to her bed and opened her bag to check if all of her things are there: her wallet, iTouch, her pen and notebook, her make-up kit, and some guns and ninja stars.

"Stupid Anne." I muttered, too caught up in the book to notice the burning gaze on the side of my face.