The object they were walking towards proved an interesting backdrop to the monologue she was listening to, she concluded. It occurred to her, studying the grey, craggy exterior of the mythical creature, that it seemed to parallel the sharp and edgy parts of their relationship;
The killer stood in the shadows, watching the firework party. The laughter and excited screams from the children rang through the occasional emptiness of sound, vacated by the fading bangs and small explosions of fireworks. In the shadows, the killer waited, biding time as it
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He shut the file and lay back on the bed, stretching out his long legs.
She looked up. And smiled. She liked sitting under the tree. It was constant, always varying, but somehow never changing. She could feel the rough bark against her back through the cotton shirt and it was comforting, a familiar coarse pressure. Her year was ending
I had to laugh as I saw the drawing scrawled on the wood; it wasn’t a bad likeness, if you tilted your head just so. It was roughly the right shape, and the proportions were almost correct; on the whole, I was rather impressed with
It would have been easy to tell her that she hadn’t changed, but she had. And not for the better. The eagerness to experience life that had shone in her face had been replaced by a slight dullness, as if she’d experienced the best and