The Dragon Races- Part 28_There's a Knife in my Back_The Lady in the Red Coat_Plastic Chairs
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The Dragon Races- Part 28
"Fine." Everlys looked around. She met Therin's eyes, jumping to Eriene, Jen, and finally Alaric before glancing back at the Sinistrian."Fine, then. Raya doesn't love you. But I assume that you care at least a bit for the rest of us, considering that we're all stuck here and need each other to get out of whatever and wherever this place is." She gestured down the tunnel, back in the direction of the place where someone had fallen at her hand. "We can either go forward or back to the cave with three dead people. Choose."Eriene ducked back to the cavern. Her footsteps were quick as she departed ...
There's a Knife in my Back
There’s a Knife in my BackI can see it now. They stood together next to the fire, her clutching the red solo cup filled with brandy with her eyes admiring his lips. He spoke softly through his smirk, waiting to deliver the punchline I’d seen him use on dozens of other women. At first, I was happy she wanted to meet my friends, especially Harrison, well, Harry, because we’d been the best of friends since our bike riding days. We’re the typical foils where opposites attracted, he the extroverted, charismatic playboy and I the bashful head-case. Thanks to one fateful summer day when I had an EpiP...
The Lady in the Red Coat
As the lady walked unhurriedly across the black cobblestone path, feeling no rush to get to her home to her lonely one-bedroom apartment. The woman shivered as the freezing cold sleet reached to the back of her neck dripping down the inside of her new red coat. She sighed as she walked past the rows of neatly lit houses with sounds of laughing and enjoyment. She passed the pleasant cafes and restaurants with friends chatting away with each other. She watches as a couple exit a store and she looked in a tinted shop window www.onedoor.ccto see three teenage friends sipping blissfully at their iced lattes deep...
Plastic Chairs
Sam didn't exactly know what he was doing here. He was sitting in a damp outdoor chair that had paint peeling on the back and grass stains on the front legs. He could feel the cold from the cool plastic seep into his legs despite the warm April air. Well, he reasoned, it was a chilly evening. Night just barely touching the golden horizon below the trees. Years ago, night was a time when all the best things happened. It was a time when all but the streetlights and headlights were on. It was a time when all the windows came down and all his spirits went up, up, up. Nowadays he seemed to be per...