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7. It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the
covers over you with the knowledge that there is something
hiding under your bed. You want to look, but you don't at the
same time. You're frozen with fear and unable to act. That's
where she found herself and she didn't know what to do next
11. All he could think about was how it would all end. There was
still a bit of uncertainty in the equation, but the basics were
there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried to see
the positive, it wasn't anywhere to be seen. The end was
coming and it wasn't going to be pretty.
12. The box sat on the desk next to the computer. It had arrived
earlier in the day and business had interrupted her opening it
earlier. She didn't who had sent it and briefly wondered who
it might have been. As she began to unwrap it, she had no
idea that opening it would completely change her life.
13. The leather jacked showed the scars of being his favorite for
years. It wore those scars with pride, feeling that they
enhanced his presence rather than diminishing it. The scars
gave it character and had not overwhelmed to the point that
it had become ratty. The jacket was in its prime and it knew
it.
14. She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer.
Two. Puffs of breath could be seen coming from his mouth.
Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled the trigger
of the gun.
15. Sometimes it's simply better to ignore the haters. That's the
lesson that Tom's dad had been trying to teach him, but Tom
still couldn't let it go. He latched onto them and their hate
and couldn't let it go, but he also realized that this wasn't
healthy. That's when he came up with his devious plan.
17. There once lived an old man and an old woman who were
peasants and had to work hard to earn their daily bread. The
old man used to go to fix fences and do other odd jobs for
the farmers around, and while he was gone the old woman,
his wife, did the work of the house and worked in their own
little plot of land.
18. Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick.
It may seem silly, but cake people and pie people are really
different. I know which one I hope you are, but that's not for
me to decide. So, what is it? Cake or pie?
19. Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things
don't work out as planned. This had been his life for the last
three months and he was just beginning to get used to it. He
didn't actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to
terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed
when he put the key into the ignition, turned it and the
engine didn't make a sound.
21. There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe. All one
had to do was look at it to know that with certainty. Yet Bob
didn't see another option. He may have been able to work
one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but
time was something he didn't have. A choice needed to be
made, and it needed to be made quickly.
24. It was difficult for him to admit he was wrong. He had been
so certain that he was correct and the deeply held belief
could never be shaken. Yet the proof that he had been
incorrect stood right before his eyes. "See daddy, I told you
that they are real!" his daughter excitedly proclaimed.
26.He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile
away. His heart started racing and he bolted into a full sprint.
"It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't a gunshot," he repeated under
his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
27. It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair
seemed to resemble every morning when she got up. It was
going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she
was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror and
wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the drawer
and picked up the hair clippers.
28. Dave found joy in the daily routine of life. He awoke at the
same time, ate the same breakfast and drove the same
commute. He worked at a job that never seemed to change
and he got home at 6 pm sharp every night. It was who he
had been for the last ten years and he had no idea that was
all about to change.
She had been told time and time again that the most
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important steps were the first and the last. It was something
that she carried within her in everything she did, but then he
showed up and disrupted everything. He told her that she
had it wrong. The first step wasn't the most important. The
last step wasn't the most important. It was the next step that
was the most important.
30. "What is the best way to get what you want?" she asked. He
looked down at the ground knowing that she wouldn't like his
answer. He hesitated, knowing that the truth would only hurt.
How was he going to tell her that the best way for him to get
what he wanted was to leave her?
31. She asked the question even though she didn't really want to
hear the answer. It was a no-win situation since she already
knew. If he told the truth, she'd get confirmation of her worst
fears. If he lied, she'd know that he wasn't who she thought
he was which would be almost as bad. Yet she asked the
question anyway and waited for his answer.
33. She sat in the darkened room waiting. It was now a standoff.
He had the power to put her in the room, but not the power
to make her repent. It wasn't fair and no matter how long she
had to endure the darkness, she wouldn't change her
attitude. At three years old, Sandy's stubborn personality had
already bloomed into full view.
35. He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark
on the stone. Day 52 if the marks on the stone were
accurate. He couldn't be sure. Day and nights had begun to
blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long
time. Much too long.
Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and
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threaded themselves together. Even colors that had no
business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly
separate at the same time. How was she going to explain
this to the others?
Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him
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harm in the past, he quietly listened to those who roamed by.
He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but
knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed
his eyes, the sun beating down on face and he smiled. He
smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember.
42. The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25
years. The only difference was there was someone actually
sitting in it. How long had it been since someone had done
that? Ten years or more he imagined. Yet there was no
denying the presence in the chair now.
46. She looked at her little girl who was about to become a teen.
She tried to think back to when the girl had been younger but
failed to pinpoint the exact moment when she had become a
little too big to pick up and carry. It hit her all at once. She
was no longer a little girl and she stood there speechless
with fear, sadness, and pride all running through her at the
same time.
47. What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had
ever eaten before and although she was famished, she didn't
dare ask. She knew the answer would be one she didn't
want to hear.
48. There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from
the ground, but Rachael could see movement. She squinted
her eyes and peered in the direction of the movement, trying
to decipher exactly what she had spied. The more she
peered, however, the more she thought it might be a figment
of her imagination. Nothing seemed to move until the
moment she began to take her eyes off the tree. Then in the
corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and
begin the process of staring again.
49. She patiently waited for his number to be called. She had no
desire to be there, but her mom had insisted that she go.
She's resisted at first, but over time she realized it was
simply easier to appease her and go. Mom tended to be that
way. She would keep insisting until you wore down and did
what she wanted. So, here she sat, patiently waiting for her
number to be called.