"She saw everything! Of course I'm frustrated!""Sherlock-""The killer made a fatal mistake, John-"'Sherlock-""He let her see everything, and now she won't tell-""Sherlock!"He wheeled around to me, baring his teeth. "What?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom.I gazed back at him helplessly. "She's mute, Sherlock." I felt my heart pump a little slower. "She...she can't tell."…
This is the condensed story of a girl we shall only name as Rutala Nkaura. Read it, learn it, spread it, and of course, honor it.Just don't forget it.…
Roses are Red. Violets are Red. Lavender and lemons and oranges are Red.Fury is Red. Cunning is Red. Deceitful and determined and dauntless is Red.But afraid is Red. Lost is Red. Missing and wishing and hoping is Red.~Red is a closed book, one that no one in Tulsa can seem read. Ponyboy and the others rarely dig up clues from her past life - except that she hasn't had enough to live a normal one. All Red has done for the past two years is travel, searching for the missing puzzle piece in her life. Can Ponyboy figure her out...before she decides to move on?5,589.…
Wisteria Leicester. If that's actually my name.Nineteen years old? If you insist.I don't know where I'm from.I haven't got one. A family, that is. They aren't dead, I'm sure. I just don't know who they are.Of course, I need a job - what do you expect me to do, rob people in the streets?You want to know about the shooting? I can't tell you anything.Harries, I don't want to talk about it.Yes, I know, I owe you - but this is none of your concern. Don't touch me. I know I owe you.But I don't remember.He killed her.I don't remember.I killed her.Don't remember.Post-Script: Kaksoset (pronounced kehk-saw-set) is a word of European origin.The meaning is to be revealed in the progression of the story.…
We've lived in this cabin for...a long time. I don't know why - just, one day, we rooted up and left, and we've been here ever since. Dad said the outside world isn't safe anymore. I haven't seen another human being aside from my parents since we've lived here - not that I mind. I hate people. But something's happening. Blue is sick.Almost all the animals I shoot now are infected. We're running out of food.Mum is sick now, too. Dad is zoning out, He won't tell me what's happening. He won't do anything, just sit and stare at Mum. I'm starting to get afraid.Dad just killed someone. I wouldn't believe it, because he already looked dead, but I watched Dad do it. He's burning the body. I'm so afraid.Everyone is gone. I'm alone, I don't know what to do. I have to get out of here, there are dead people tapping on the windows. I have to leave. I have to leave.I have to leave.…
I felt lost. My will felt shattered - I felt like a house that had imploded on itself. "But why? Why are we here? Maybe he needed to escape. In his situation, what could possibly not make death seem like an option?"He looked me square in the eye, and said, his voice brimming with confidence, "We are here to drink beer. We are here to scream defiance at the opposing masses. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will fear to take us."And I knew he was right. And I loved him wholly for it.~Credit to the all-powerful Hinton.…
Take you on a journey.Take you on a journey with us!What could possibly make an itty-bitty four-by-four excuse for a town exciting?[Ellie:] Me. Obviously.[Lilou:] *Rolls eyes* And me. I'm an inspiration.Here is an eleven year long account of how we use our little four-by-four town (and a few other ones) as a stage to perform our exciting excuses for lives. Here's what we're talking:DramaLoveHeartbreakNDEs (Near-Death Experiences)Moments of (not-so much) Mental ClaritySome Bitch HateA few AccidentsStupidityMore Bitch HateTag along, and we'll teach how to use (and live in) the Outernet.[Based on actual events. Maybe.]…
A horrid tragedy strikes the Cane Family, leaving some dead, others severely injured and one missing. Fourteen year-old Katie doesn't understand what has happened, and attempts to deal with the grief of her losses. In the psychiatric ward that has trapped her for months, she writes about life in the hospital. The doctors, the nurses...and the life outside it.Meanwhile, a man is in search of the twins that slip between his fingers, the girls who may be able to show him his future...and control it, leading him to ultimate domination. But such a large population to search through, and to rule, must be thinned....Can you separate reality and delusion? What if...there isn't a difference? And you could die by the hand of either?…
They don't think they're too tough or desperate,They know that the law always wins;They've been shot at before,But they do not ignoreThat death is the wages of sin.The wrong, they say, is worth the fortune,So reader, do not despair.But will the wrong be right,At the end of the fight,Or will the karma catch up with the pair?Some day they'll go down together;And they'll bury them side by side;To few it'll be griefTo the law a reliefBut it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.…
Blue hates her life. By day, she escapes her home in the projects to wonder about the mother she's never met, and by night she hides in her room in fear of her drunken father and his belt.What if Blue decides to tolerate her father no longer? What happens then? She could just leave, but what if something else appears, a clue, regarding Blue's mother, who might not be in Afghanistan at all.…
