Did You See Me Coming?

below her eyes. Her belly slouched as well but against her thighs and her hips. Occasionally she would mull over how things ended up like this, but the thoughts would scare her, terrify her to the point where she’d need to smoke a cigarette and if they did not assuage her, she’d take the pills. Just focus on the TV Julia she’d order herself. Magazines, dirty plates and burn marks scattered themselves densely across the carpet and upon the walls were stained brown with nicotine and tar. A creak as soft

“Are you sure this is the place?” Elcarien and Lydia stood on a hill to the north a bandit camp known as Halted Stream Camp. A camp surrounded by a log palisade with two gates; one to the east, and another to the south. The storm had subsided some since they 'd left their house, so they could now see well enough to forge an attack plan. “It has to be,” Elcarien replied. “The only other nearby camp that I know of is some distance southwest of home.” “You mean the one set up at the old fort?” Lydia

“Audrey come on, do you want to go watch a movie or something” Ronny asked. “Audrey stop staring at Zach, let’s go, our shift is over.” “Okay fine, we can go watch a movie.” Audrey says. She locks up the shack and puts the key into her bag. The streets are dark but one flickering light shines against an old building, the sign above read; “Raven’s claw”. “Hey is this a new shop, I’ve never noticed it before.” Audrey asks “I don’t know, but it’s kinda freaking me out, let’s-.” The bell of

stove. Amber sat beside me as we felt the warmth of the fireplace. Eve was rocking back in forth in the corner her face in her knees eyes not blinking as she seemed to be in deep thought. I focused my attention on Isamu who was staring out the window staring at the rain his hands behind his back probably contemplating what he will say. He turned around and looked at me and Amber and released his hands behind his back . "I am going to just cut to the chase I have kept you two waiting for a very long

Laboriously, the lady plodded along, dragging her left leg. Dream Fianna smiled shyly at the woman. This wasn’t part of the lesson, Fianna told them. I never met this woman in the VRC. Dream Fianna turned. “You should have. You missed the witch thing. This is part of what you need to understand.” “See what exquisite wares fill my cart,” she crooned in a grandmotherly voice, enticing the girls to step closer. From

“Did you see that new girl’s clothes, they are so ugly,” “That guy stinks like a sewer,” “She dresses like poor, white trash.” Though these lines are mostly used in the mouth of adolescents, they tend to affect the way any of those people were looked at for the rest of their relationships with the speaker, whoever it may be. Judging doesn’t just come with appearances, it is attached to the intentions of actions and words. One must also be forgiving and patient in order to see past first impressions

dark and the sense of fear kicked in. The boys kept walking but this particular night the forest seemed to close in behind them. Black clouds looked like hands as the started to crush the moon. Will looking into the trees started to see a black figure appear. Will did hear legends about the hallow being haunted by a thing they called the Shadow. He never really believed anything of what was spoken. Most of the folks that talked about it were the crowd at the back of the bar. The wind started to

have sea green eyes.I also have a smooth but sculpted face and brown hair.Im going to tell you about last year at beecher prep it starts like this, this new kid has a problem with his face i’ve seen him in the school. I had just got done shooting free throws and I was just about to walk home and I saw him he was taking some tour with three other kids. He seemed very shy. I have to say I was very shocked to see him at first. Two boys and one girl. There was one boy who seemed nice,but the other boy

“Won-Won is such a babe. I mean, did you see him eating breakfast this morning? Who knew cereal could look that good?” “Aha.” I could see that Parvati was getting tired of listening to my talk about Ron, her chocolate-brown eyes rolling for the fifth time that morning. Normally I would berate her for doing so, but I knew the reason she didn’t want to listen to tales of mine and Ron’s relationship. I mean, I wasn’t completely clueless—the girl was clearly jealous. I couldn’t very well yell at her

day up until about three o clock when she heard noise coming from upstairs. "Well it was just then that I realised that there were more people than just my daughter Victoria upstairs. There was a loud crashing sound and she screamed! I had not any idea that my daughter had just been murdered". "Murdered you say". She was still sulking as she said yes "Did you see the murderer?" I asked. She did not reply but just broke down in tears. Immediately our