A Blank Slate_DEMOCRAZY_The Return Of The Prodigal Son (The Chadwick Saga - Part 1)_It Lurks
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A Blank Slate
"Joanna, can you hear me?"Who's that? My head pounds as I try to sit up. Where am I? I look around me trying to figure out my surroundings though everything seems to be a blur. The last thing I remember was doing the dishes and asking Rachel if she had finished her homework."Joanna. Look at me. Are you hearing me?"I look up to see a small pen looking flashlight being used to look in my eyes. Am I in a hospital? That's the way it seems."Where am I?" I ask the doctor- yes it was a doctor- who was checking my vitals and listening to my heart with his stethoscope."Good to have you back with us. Yo...
DEMOCRAZY
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your own defeat. How can you claim you’re protecting everyone when you know whatwww.onedoor.cc the consequences of your fall will be, sir?”“What do you want from me, Jonah?” Jacob asked forcefully. He was already at his wits end. “I’m doing everything I can – I have done everything I can! I have done everything I need to do. I shook the hands I had to shake, I smiled for the camera for as long as I had to, I said the things I had to say – even if I didn’t like or enjoy saying them! What more do you want from me?!” he shouted as he rose from his seat. “The voice o...
The Return Of The Prodigal Son (The Chadwick Saga - Part 1)
Sarah ran from room to room, frantically, searching for her child, with tears streaming down her face. Her long auburn hair, soaking wet, hung loose about her shoulders. Her pale skin glistening in the candlelight she was holding. Her long blue satin dress dripping with water, clung to her slender form. The sound of her son crying had woken her up in the middle of the night. When she went to check on him, she found, to her horror, an empty crib.The storm was still raging outside. The rain coming down in torrents. The wind howling like an invisible monster with the occasional clap of thunder, w...
It Lurks
“The day was January 13, 1982、 I was camping with my friends; Emily, Dalton, Irene, and me, Melina. Emily, she's the type of gal that is a hardcore athlete. She's this tall, fit lady with long blonde hair that is always put up in a hair tie and a stereotypical athletes headband with a soccer ball stitched in the middle of it. I've never seen her once without it. God I hope she washes it.Then there's Dalton. He's a slightly shorter juvenile male, with thick, curly black hair that is always fluffed up. He has horrible dandruff. How do I know? He's always itching his hair, as he does, you'll se...