Inn the Dark_Pure Cinema_BOOKSHOP MAGIC_Twelve Angry Scavengers
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Inn the Dark
"Help me up, Clayton," Lorelai says from below the boat. Because the ladder is broken, we have to get one of the gwww.onedoor.ccuys to help us up from the water. "I think we should call it a day," I say as Lorelai is pulled out of the water and wraps a damp towel around herself. She'd pulled it off of River who, by the looks of it, put about a pea-sized amount of sunscreen on. "Yeah. My mom has ought to have called a couple of times by now. I left my phone at the inn," Reis says. "Alright, let's get goin' then." Clayton sits down and steers the boat out of the marina. *** We didn't go too far from the inn ...
Pure Cinema
I lost my city in the light of day,Thick smoke, helicopter blades,Heaven and earth never moved so fast,you'll never know the fear your mama has... The city was coming down before our very eyes. There were about five of us running together, all keeping each other propelled forward by the backs of our jackets. I had Franchesca and Robbie’s jacket collars gripped tightly in my hands, my sweating palms making me dig my nails into the fabric out of fear that they would slip through my fingers. Nicol and Andre had their own grip on me, one hand on my shoulder and the other tugging at my backpack loo...
BOOKSHOP MAGIC
Winslet had tended the books for many years. Time was hard to keep track of in the bookshop. According to family lore, he had first entered the bookshop in a stroller when his mother pushed him in for a book of stories to read aloud to him. He didn’t know it then, but already the books were speaking to him. When he was six and walking past the bookshop on the way to and from school, he often felt an urge to stop and linger awhile in the bookshop. Mr. Digby, the owner and proprietor, never seemed to mind. Later in his teen years, he became an assistant to Mr. Digby. So, all in the village were ...
Twelve Angry Scavengers
Silence in the gymnasium. Six people sat, dirty faced and exhausted, waiting for something, anything to happen. They stirred from their reverie as one to the sound of footsteps, the way a gazelle might respond to the sound of a branch breaking. Three more joined them. Two were armed, one with a handgun, one with a rifle slung casually over his shoulder. The other carried armfuls of canned produce, which he unloaded haphazardly onto a folding table and began arranging them, a single can caught moments before rolling off the table. Several moments later, another trio entered the room. One seemed...