True Love Never Dies_Secrets to the Grave_Watercolor Destiny_Closing The Circle
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True Love Never Dies
Movies always have away of captivating you. Whether you like Science fiction, Action, Comedy, Horror or Romance. movies have this magical spell that weaves its self around you.What movies tells us is a story about life that you can instantly connect too. Movies has a way of making their stories become real, away to connect to yourself and with part of your life that you never knew existed.For me a girl who comes from a good family, who enjoys spending time with one's family, movies is away when we can all be together.There's been a lot of movies that have affected my life. Some in good ways, o...
Secrets to the Grave
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. The back of his shirt was damp and clinging to his skin. He paused what he was doing to take a long drag from his cigarette. God he was getting old. He glanced at his work, satisfied that he would make it home for before Cherie woke up. The dirt hole was large, at least 7 feet deep and 3 feet wide. It had taken him a few hours to get to this location and to dig it up. It was going to be the home of his latest capture. The man stared back at the pleading eyes of the gagged inpidual in the grave. The guy was sweatier than he was - desperately shaking his...
Watercolor Destiny
Fin shook off his umbrella and stepped onto the bus. A quick look around showed him the rain had made the bus a bit overcrowded. Well then he thought, guess I'm not sitting alone today.He took a seat next to a young man about his age who was listening to headphones staring out at the rain. The man looked at him briefly, moving his bag slightly to make a little more room for him. Fin nodded slightly as thanks. The bus soon came to a stop, fin leaned to look out the windshield at the reason. The traffic had come to a complete stop. "I'm going to be late again." Fin looked at the person next t...
Closing The Circle
Damn the traffic. Three hours sitting in a traffic jam, horns blaring, angry drivers thumping their steering wheels even though it was futile. The sun wewww.onedoor.ccnt down in a blaze of red, burning like hot coals. It was a stunning contrast to the concrete of the motorway, the traffic moving slowly now, too slowly. I had meant to get there in daylight. I'd hoped to see the outside and inside of the house, a house I'd left hurriedly twenty years before. It was not to be.I dissociated from all the cars. My mind was full of the past, the rustle of beautiful clothing, deep red lipstick, her wonderful perfum...