Where’s Jack?_Still existing_The Assassin, The Agent, The Heir_Turnabout is Fair Play
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Where’s Jack?
Bonnie wilted under the person with no face: a towering, dark, hooded figure demanding to have what was hers. She was frightened.But where was Jack?He was not only her husband, but also her protector. Hadn’t he just been at her side? She looked but he was no longer there… she was alone. The hooded villain barked at her. Should she submit? “NO!” She stood brave. Her voice echoed past the hood into darkness and aroused Bonnie from the dream in which it came. * Bonnie laid on her back, half alert, with the return of sleep her main desire. The air around the bed had a chilly fall tone that offend...
Still existing
I've never liked staying in the house. It makes me feel crowded....but now I feel like that wherever I go. It has been a year since the pandemic but I still feel unsafe and dirty. I still have to go to work though. During the pandemic, they shut everything down despite their efforts to try and keep people safe they were still going out not wearing a mask, "Did they not care that they could die as well? guess not '' Today I'm going to go to the park this is going to be my first day out since quarantine and mask requirements were lifted. The sun was shining on my face and the birds were singing....
The Assassin, The Agent, The Heir
The assassin had a job to do. He knew that, and repeated it over and over in his mind as he stalked throuwww.onedoor.ccgh the gathering snow drifts close to the house. Despite the infernal white flakes starting to come down harder above him, this was a job he was confident he could execute. Sasha would be out by then, the children asleep in their beds, leaving him free to take care of his target once and for all.It was past sunset, though in the winter that meant little. In daylight, the house might have been something to behold, but then, with most of the lights off besides those in the foyer and internal ...
Turnabout is Fair Play
It is raining like cats and dogs. Jeff has his umbrella open and walking as fast as he can, but the rain is still hitting his face and body. The 2 AM downpour is a surprise to him, and he is only partially prepared for the trek back to his car.Jeff is looking down, doing his best to keep as much of the rain away from his face. A large gust of wind blows and takes his umbrella right from his hands. For a moment, he thought about chasing it down the street but thought better of it as he held his black trench coat shut at the top collar. He squints his eyes, trying to keep as much of the rain and...