The Jacket

date with her, I need my roommate's houndstooth jacket. The dorm I stayed in, I shared the room with the strangest kid you’d ever meet. Holden Caulfield was his name. Holden was expelled from Pencey Prep because he was failing almost all his classes. Anyways, once I reached the dorm, I walked in to see Holden’s friend, Ackley, and Holden

Arken chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingertips across her trembling forearms. “My gods, you’re so strong ...” he purred, and the huskiness in his voice almost made her gag. She tightened her grip on his throat, sharp nails threatening to break the skin. “If you ever - ever - try to touch me again, I - I swear - “ Her throat closed up, reopened after a pair of deep breaths. “I swear I’ll make you wish you were never born. Bastard.” He bored crystal-faceted eyes into hers for a moment, then laughed

Imagine you were doing a research paper on a decade such as the 1980s. Where would you start? With the economy? With politics? How about we start off with the latest fashion and fads. Women in the 1980s wore “Big Hair” or a “Mullet” with jean jackets and vans. Lots of teens wore Chuck Taylors (Converse). Little girls wore jelly shoes, the only shoes you could wear without socks. What decade would research and where would you start from? I’m researching the decade called “The 1980s”. Topics I’ve researched

“Hey, birthday girl,” says John as he approaches me with open arms. I allow him to embrace me as he envelopes me, I even wrap my arms tightly around his waist as I rest my cheek on his shoulder and slide my eyes closed, having exerted all my energy. Tonight, he wears a cologne, that protrudes out of his grey winter coat. Of course, his fragrance is nothing like Angelo 's, but the woodland scent appeals to my senses nonetheless. I 'm sure I 've taken him by surprise with my affectionate greeting

In my state it doesn't matter if you're 16 or 21 you kill a man, you go to prison there's no juvenile hall for murders 3 years ago…….. Zeke P.O.V I walked across the empty street rain hitting the fabric of my leather jacket my hands buried in the pockets. A gunshot rang I jumped I should have been used to it by now but that sound still gets to me. I jogged up the stairs passing by two men about in their 40s staring at me. “Hey Zeke is ya ma still working at that strip club” he snickers

A Burley, mullet haired foreigner wearing a too tight Armani Jacket, walked in and shut the door. With a courteous smile, she gazed into portentous eyes, finding herself somewhat unsettled. “Hello, I am Stephanie and it will be my pleasure to open a new account for you, Mr.”? “Sergi Sokolov,” he said impatiently as

“How can you tell if someone is a sociopath?” Michonne closed her book, rolling onto her stomach to regard Rick. “What? You think you know one? I hope it’s not me.” He stood up from his place on the couch in front of the small TV, slowly approaching the bed. “Abnormal psychology.” He read the title of her textbook with a smile, resting his knee on the bed, as he crawled beside her. “I’d like to know what you know.” “Do you?” she asked, as he pulled her closer. She would be taking a brief respite

Thud. Slamming my head on the table I aimed yet another piece of crumpled paper towards the bin. Naturally, it misses, adding to the pile of miscellaneous paper waste. A pained sigh escaped my lips as I resigned myself to picking up my pen. Tapping some unknown rhythm on the desk, I tried to make sense of my thoughts. The bite marks on my pen lid pressed hard groves into my tired fingers, a simple reminder of reality. I needed some sort of inspiration. Another drawn out sigh as I decided that I couldn’t

they walked in Matthew took off his black leather jacket that saved his thick, black, devilishly handsome hair and placed it on the old coat rack. Matthew was dressed in a casual but dressy outfit consisting of black and blue plaid shirt and blue jeans which went very well with his dark blue eyes. Rachel was a tall and lean woman who was wearing long, brown leather jacket that covered all of her white and black striped dress. While Rachel put her jacket on the rack, April took of her beautiful pure white

Marite works the night shift at The Heart Attack Grill she was wrapping up her last few tables before closing up shop. One of Martie’s co-workers walked over to the front door, he was just about to flip the sign form open to closed when a girl walked in. She brushed past him and dropped all of her belongings: A-Ha comics, keys, chapstick, and a name tag that read, Kim. He helped her pick up all of her stuff and took her to an open booth. “Martie, your waitress will be there in a moment dear,” He