Day at the Beach_Mara's Garden of False Delights_Escape With Time_The Fall of Corbridge
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Day at the Beach
I clamber out of the faded blue Toyota on stiff legs and trip almost immediately. My swan pe plunges me dangerously close to the sizzling-hot asphalt, but I'm laughing despite nearly faceplanting to my demise. I'm clumsy under normal circumstances, but, intoxicated by my lack of sleep and a surplus of giwww.onedoor.ccggles, I'm a threat to national safety. Watch out, Americans, or I might trip on you!I hear Landen slam the passenger door shut, scowling. He folds his arms across his chest and stares at me chidingly. "Rose, get a grip. We can't have you crippled before we hit the beach! I did not drive six h...
Mara's Garden of False Delights
When he finally came to, the hazy morning light was illuminating the room in a soft, warm glow. Though he was awake, he let his eyes take the time they needed to open, seeing nothing but a blur of lights and colours until they slowly eased into shapes and figures — the white, classically-styled frame of the windows, the delicate floral patterns on the wall. He drew in a deep, long breath of the light, flower-tinted smell in the air and let it all out as a gentle sigh. It felt like his first breath of life in ages. Only then did his sense of touch decide to return. The plush volume of the couch...
Escape With Time
Escape With Time Suzanne MarshChristmas Day 1932 Time seemed to stand still for Clyde Barrow, as he stood staring out the window of the Blue Bonnet Court, in Temple, Texas. They had ditched their other car after the Buckholtz Bank robbery. Clyde needed a new set of wheels. It was Christmas Day, 1932, Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker had just robbed another bank, no one was killed in that particular robbery. Clyde, had seen Bonnie taking picture after picture with her Brownie Camera, that in and of itself was not anything to worry about; it falling into the wrong hands like the FEDS was a problem...
The Fall of Corbridge
The Fall of CorbridgeThe sun blinded him; he hadn’t seen it in days. His feet dragged on the ground as the two guards pulled him along between them, ignoring his weak pleas for water. Ignoring, or not hearing, as his dry throat and cracked lips betrayed him into unintentional silence. A few minutes after hauling him out of the hot box, they stood him in front of her. He blinked and tried to focus on his queen.“Brude. You survived,” she said, staring at him intently. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” she said harshly. Then, more subdued, “You’ve been bullheaded since we were children. Get him w...