Apple Valley_Mila Rising_Beginners Luck_The Deadly Truth
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Apple Valley
“I’m home and there’s no sign of you,” Marnie’s phone shook with her mother’s text message. “I told you I have a meeting today at eight. Did you forget again?” it went on.“I know,” she desperately texted back, her right hand still on the steering wheel. “Be home soon.”“Where even are you?”At this, the headlights of an ambulance came flashing behind her, its siren deafening, and she had to swerve for her life, dropping her phone to the floor of the car. Where even was she? She could feel the rage, the proud indignation of a burned-out executive in her mother's words.Exactly now that she had sh...
Mila Rising
I watched the sunrise through iron bars. A small window in my cell was all I had left of the world. There was nothing else. Family and friends turned their backs on me after the verdict was announced. Guilty. One word threw into oblivion my sense of self worth and all the people I held dear. Memories were just fading illusions. A group of strangers gathered together and made their decision. She is deemed unworthy to be a part of society. She is the lowest form of humanity walking the earth and should rot in jail. I reached for the plastic rosary beads under my mattress and said a silent prayer...
Beginners Luck
It was a chilly September in the year 1971 and two women were entering the village of Hookworth on thwww.onedoor.cce outskirts of London. They were not local and were there on ‘business’. They were on the lookout for a place called the ‘Flannigan Arms’.The oldest female seemed a little annoyed and grumbled to the younger girl. “Trust half the reapers to skive off and leave you alone, Abigail” the female sighed, feeling bad for the girl. The teen looked at the brunette, “it’s alright Titania I’m just glad you can supervise me while I get the job done. I would have had no idea how to get here, never mind deal...
The Deadly Truth
Drunken chatter and ear-splitting laughter filtered through the blaring music as I marveled at a diamond sprinkled sky, hugging myself. A warm buzz coursed through my veins from the shots of vodka my boyfriend begged me to take earlier that night. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but he was adamant about me having a good time, and convinced a few drinks would accomplish just that. I dreaded the idea of having a party for my twentieth birthday—especially miles up north, in a village where I knew only a handful of people. It had given me anxiety for weeks, ever since Jake told me he was throwing me o...