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The floorboard creaked as I climbed up the stairs. I stopped once I arrived at the third story of my cousin's house. I checked my phone. 4:45. I had fifteen minutes until Amelia gots suspicious, I thought hastily.
I take deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. Then I move down the hallway. I pick up my phone and turn on my flashlight. My pupils shrink at the sudden light, but I blink it off and walk forwa...
The ship pitched and rolled, tossed around by the great waves. Foamy seawater crashed over the sides of the old wooden ship, drenching the crew. They rushed about, shouting and trying to keep the sails under control while the rain fell around them like bullets.The only one who wasn't frantically scurrying around and grabbing at the ropes was the captain. He stood at the bow and squinted out onto the horizon, scanning for something, anything. In this kind of weather, he didn't dare take out the delicate old ...
The sunrise casts brilliant colours across the horizon, and the view really warms me from the inside. The Orange and Red come together to make an alluring landscape. My best friend, Cree, sits next to me on the luscious green grass, his knees tucked up towards his chin. I smile at him, and he smiles back through his drooping brown eyes. My back to the beautiful Maple tree from behind me, I continue to gaze at the fleeting colours smeared over the sky. Moments like these, I realize, are the ones I love the most. I care about Cree so much, ...
So here we were, after our all night adventure, resting now on a blanket in the grass, sitting up, side-by-side, gazing at the sun as it rose above the horizon. The night we had was amazing and I felt something in my chest, a fluttering sensation. Was it love? I wasn't sure, for I hadn't had much experience in that department. When I saw his smile however, the sunrise in front of us felt meaningless and I could almost g...
Sitting on the cliff, staring at the sunset, with him. if only he knew, if only he could escape before it happened, if only he didn't have to...get hurt until he passed. like he always says-no. like he always said.
Ivy awoke to Ashley's screaming. She walked into the room. "shut up I'm trying to sleep." Ashley paused for a moment. Ivy walked back into her bedroom. She sat on her bed but jumped up suddenly. She ha...
There was no running from it anymore.Standing on the wooden, wrap-around porch of his property, feeling the afternoon rain peck at his exposed hands and face, the sunlight still shining through the thinning clouds while the leaves danced at the arrival of a colder draft of wind from the North, Lucas was so far away in thought that all of these things, including the distant but sharp sounds of gunfire from the nearby range all blended into a swirling package sent firmly to the back of the mind, waiting for him to return.<...
Teddy’s tale of time
This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I finally get to meet my grandfather. I have heard the most amazing stories of his travels from my family. My mom said that when he was only 10 years old, Grandpa Buck fought off a lion with only a spoon. The closest I have gotten to meeting gramps is over a call when I was 8. Now I’m 15.
A little bit about me....
It was Thanksgiving! God, I was so excited. Not really because of the holiday itself, although that was cool. Nah, I had a week off of school. A week that I didn’t have to deal with crazy teachers, annoying classmates, mountains of homework… the dream.The only thing I wasn’t looking forward to was that stupid family reunion. My dad plans them every year, and invites over tons of relatives that I don’t know, nor do I really care about. He also brings a girl every year. No, not the same girl. Different girls. He has a new...
"Hey Dad, I've got your slippers right here. Do you want me to help slip them on your feet?" I'd been helping my dad put his slippers on for the past sixteen months. Every morning like clockwork he'd shuffle down my very long wood paneled hallway, hands balled into fists pushed outwards onto each of the walls. It was how he braced himself from falling, as he was too stubborn to use a cane or walker. Dad looked like a ger...
“I love you” It was the first time she had ever said it, although she had known for years. She whispered the words. He barely heard them in the silence that had become the two of them. He had waited months to watch those three words leave her lips, to taste their sweetness, but this felt futile. He wanted to pull her into his arms, tell her he loved her too, and etch his name forever in her soul. But he couldn’t, not now. They had been here before. They had already had this conversation, on th...
“I love you.”
It was the hardest thing she had ever done, she claimed. She told me that telling me she loved me was so difficult, she thought she’d throw up and charter a jet to another continent when she made up her mind to tell me.
Of course, I didn’t know this at the time.
She seemed so optimistic at the time, ironically. She came right up to me while we were studying an...
"Everybody get down on the ground! Put your hands on your head don't make a move." I remember that day clear as blue sky, that day that condemned me to a life of incarceration. I had gotten out of my van with two assault rifles, thinking that nothing could go wrong, and then it did. As soon as I made a move on the vault, the police burst in to shut it down. It was as if my entire life flashed before my eyes, as they ...
“Police alongside other security agencies are hunting for the terrorist only known as ‘The hand of God’ after the elusive terrorist released a statement warning of an imminent attack on “those that worship money”. All major banks and financial institutions have been put on high alert, and security measures in these places have been tightened, but the head of the special task force, Mr. Jerome Kasibante, has admi...
Mature themes. Discretion advised.
You saw me, reader.
I didn’t realize you’d come back in the bar, having forgotten your wallet in the back room.
There’s no evidence. Not a single drop of blood or brush of a fingerprint. Not an ounce of suspicion.
No evidence. Except you.
You can go to the police right now; I won’t blame you. I won’t do anything. I realize you’d be well within you...
"Please repeat yourself miss."
"What is there to repeat?"
"Who murdered your husband."
"That man right over there!"
"We already did a full check on him. Must of been someone that looked like him."
"Yeah sure. It was someone who just happened to look like my husbands worst enemy."
"Please retell the events."
"My husband went out for a late ...
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