There are different types of secrets.

She had held onto plenty of them during her life, but this one was
different. She found herself holding onto the worst type. It was the type of secret that could gnaw away
at your insides if you didn't tell someone about it, but it could end up getting you killed if you did.

He watched as the young man tried to impress everyone in the room with his intelligence. There was no
doubt that he was smart. The fact that he was more intelligent than anyone else in the room could have
been easily deduced, but nobody was really paying any attention due to the fact that it was also obvious
that the young man only cared about his intelligence.

The choice was red, green, or blue. It didn't seem like an important choice when he was making it, but it
was a choice nonetheless. Had he known the consequences at that time, he would likely have
considered the choice a bit longer. In the end, he didn't and ended up choosing blue.

You know that tingly feeling you get on the back of your neck sometimes? I just got that feeling when
talking with her. You know I don't believe in sixth senses, but there is something not right with her. I
don't know how I know, but I just do.

The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely on its way out.
Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or the town. A car was coming down the
street and with her arm outstretched and thumb in the air, she had a plan.

It was going to rain. The weather forecast didn't say that, but the steel plate in his hip did. He had
learned over the years to trust his hip over the weatherman. It was going to rain, so he better get
outside and prepare.

Then came the night of the first falling star. It was seen early in the morning, rushing over Winchester
eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it and taken it for an
ordinary falling star. It seemed that it fell to earth about one hundred miles east of him.

She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a rush to get someplace, but a frantic hurry.
The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or death. She raced down the road ignoring
speed limits and weaving between cars. She was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead
standstill on the road ahead.