What Is The Meaning Of This?

“ Yes, I want her in my office in 30 minutes.” I told him as I walked past him. I went to the top floor of the house where my room was and cleaned myself up. The closer I got to meeting the girl the more restless my wolf got. As quickly as I could I got ready to meet the rouge that was brave enough to pass on to my

Loraine looks up at me with dead eyes. Her hair, spiraling down around her pale, pasty face, makes her eyes appear sunken. “I can’t believe you!” I say, trying to control my breathing, “You killed everyone I love, and now you’ve gotten me sent to prison. Aren’t you satisfied

I started to walk away from the tournament, I wanted to get away, to think. No one ever seems to care how I felt. I walk to the barn slowly so Curly wouldn't notice I was leaving when I saw Lennie. I needed to talk to someone, to actually have a really conversation with someone. I kept to my slow pace til he looked up at me. Then, he covered something up in the hay.

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes played over the scenery. A part of her couldn’t fathom a time when

“Huh?” Pearl blinked, seemingly at a loss of words, curious yet terrified of what Rose’s words to follow such an ambiguous statement will be.

Sharon looked at him with sad, heavy eyes.  She was expecting some long, involved question that she really didn’t have the time to answer right now.

His hands rose towards his throat quickly enough, his eyes wide and frightened. He seemed to have lost most of his strength when the girl left… He was only an adult, after all. Rose felt a little offended. Did they really think he could stand up to her all by himself? Rose, the leader of the True? She almost felt like laughing, but she felt like she would have to save it for later.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

As we headed back there was a problem, the road was closed. We didn’t know what to do, Wily exclaimed “Look there is a sheriff parked by the side of the road let’s ask for directions! Then we headed towards the sheriff’s car. She said “You need to head towards highway I thirty-five”. We grabbed Ivette’s phone hoping that her navigation could take us back to the cabin. There is no signal, should we ask someone else? Let’s get back to the town and ask for directions, Ivette said. So we headed back to the town but all we got was “Highway I thirty-five will take you back to your destination. Being a paper map our only option to head back home, we grabbed one from the restaurant we had dinner that night. As we headed towards the highway everything was fine. It was not a dangerous road and we were relieved to have found the way back to our destination. As the hours passed we started getting a little worried, are we really on the correct road? We started wondering. It seemed like we were going up the mountain and not down the mountain, basically we were

“I must go now, have many other letters to deliver.” The courier apologizes and showed him the bag that was full of letters, some almost spilling out of the bag on his side. Ulfric nodded as he paid more attention to what she had to say in the letter, after he read it, he read it again and again until the voice of hers he imagined. Was gone.

The look in Stone’s eyes shifted from askance to dangerous. “Hoped I’d never have to understand what?”

“Sir, please listen, I didn’t do anything, I’m not the person you are looking for.”

"Rhonda, right?" Rhonda nodded. "I need to speak with Mackenzie here for a moment," he said, pulling me out of the kitchen. He wasn’t waiting for either her permission or mine. I was being dragged behind someone for the second time, and I was even less prepared for it the second time. This time, I did trip and cut my right knee open on a piece of cutlery that had been dropped on the floor. I slapped my hand against the cut and sucked in a sharp breath as the salt on my hands mingled with the fresh open wound. "We will look at that cut in my office." He didn’t mask the contempt this

I woke up to a police officer yelling in my face. The ropes binding me are gone. I don’t understand anything going on around me. I’m on the floor of what looks like a pet store. All I know is that every single person around me is convinced that I killed the woman next to me. The officer that woke me up keeps asking me what happened, but I can’t tell him. I don’t know what happened. It’s not like he’s asking if i murdered this woman. He’s convinced I did. I’m already in handcuffs, they just don’t want to take me yet for whatever reason. Several long hours go by.

The knife is in my jacket. She ignores what I’m doing, accustomed to it. She has sat up on the side of the bed to look at herself in the mirror. I keep the knife down until I’m behind her. Her eyes barely have time to register as fear before her throat is cut. She bleeds out onto the bed. I wipe my prints off what I’ve had to touch and leave. When the hour’s up she’ll be found and I’ll be at home in my bed and these clothes will be