literature
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90 Miles an Hour
He could feel the cool evening breeze in his hair, 90 miles per hour, windows half rolled down in his late model pickup. It was a cool brisk evening for the middle of summer in upstate New York, he reached under the seat to make sure his father’s service revolver was still there, it had been a gift from his father on his deathbed. The wind from the window dried the blood on his face, he lights a cigarette and realizes that his clothes were still soaked with blood. As he saw the city lights disappear in the rear view he felt the cold beads of sweat as they ran down his neck. As the streetlights disappear and the yellow lines become mere dots on the highway, he feels overcome by emotion. Why did I think any of this was a good idea?
By Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 20
Augustin retreated into his cell at the end of the day with a newspaper he had managed to get ahold of. Nights were simultaneously the best and worst time of the day. They were somewhat more quiet and he could be alone with his thoughts but the quietness and solitude came with a feeling of uneasiness, which is why he kept a sort of dagger he had fashioned under his pillow.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
The Mountain Cat Who Sought To Become Queen
There once was a tigress from Aberdeen who moved along the creeks way, when along flew a raven from a place unseen, who planned to steal her day. He landed upon a pole when flying became old, not knowing what more to do. So he hopped just above her, opening his cranky mouth just to inquire of what was new.
By H.L. Dowless9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 19
It was a rainy afternoon and Charles saw nothing better than to take a nap. The air in the bedroom was warm, dry, and heavy. Adèle was taking a bath in the bathroom off of the bedroom and chattering on the telephone with Charlotte. Rain was drip-dropping on the roof and wind was whistling through the trees.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
They Will Know
Glancing around my office, I was shocked I had come so far. A man with my background rarely got this high on the world social ladder. Of, course if anyone found out about my real life, I'd be out of this nice, big, well furnished office and back in an apartment on the wrong side of town. My secretary knocked on my door.
By Danni Greer9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 17
Marianne had been told to go to Tante Catharine's instead when she made her Sunday visits that week. Tante Catharine was having a dinner party to welcome back Edmond and Mathilde, who had decided to return home from their honeymoon because they found Atlantic City terribly boring this late in the season. The word was that Agnès had spent the entire sail back sulking in the cabin and was not speaking to her sister.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Kamp Fire
Kael Nacallio of Ney De Jaar was the youngest of four brothers and two sisters. She grew up in a more relaxed way than her siblings, with much less strict rules and schedules. Her brothers awakened at dawn, ate breakfast, then trained in combat all morning until lunchtime, when the family sat in the garden to eat and socialize. They all shared the same blonde hair and bright green eyes, the signifying traits of the royal family. Her sisters, Betha and Karila, wore their favorite matching emerald gowns with their curled hair piled into loose buns on top of their heads. They laughed quietly at their brothers' arguing about who did the best at fencing today while Kael, hand under chin, stared into the servant's quarters. Betha glanced at her youngest sibling and shook her head slightly in disapproval before clearing her throat.
By Ona Issuyate9 years ago in Humans
