Viviana_It's All Fake_Fresh Meat_Never said Goodbye
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Viviana
Holding both of the young woman’s hands, Viviana focuses on slowing her breathing with the hope that Claire’s too will calm. She keeps her eyes closed, her head erect. She can feel Claire’s pain radiating up her arms as she breathes deeply, forcing herself to stay steady. “You’re going to be okay,” she assures Claire, “but you need somewhere you can go. You can’t continue on like this.”“But the girls?” Claire’s eyes fly open and she yanks her hands away, the heat of Viviana’s touch suddenly too much, breaking the trance. She mops awkwardly at her tear streaked face, wincing a little as her fin...
It's All Fake
‘Now this is the kind of place I want’ she said to herself eyeing the modern two story house like a green eyed monster. ‘Look at the finish on it – it’s perfect. I love the shutters on the front windows. The immaculate garden with those large ornate pots on the wide veranda - just to die for! I could sit here all day’. Then she looked at her watch and realised that she couldn’t sit here for a minute longer or she would be late back to work, and an important meeting. “Where did you go to eat your lunch?” Jessie was asked by her friend – one of the directors of the company. Fiona was such a dow...
Fresh Meat
“I gotta plan." Sy pulled something out of the duffle bag on the ground.Joe sighed. “It wants to be better than the last one.”Brittle wood splintered in the torchlight as Simon ‘Sy the Scythe' Eldridge forced his crowbar underneath the window boards and levered them away from the frame, one by one. A gap, big enough for Sy to squeeze through, was soon inviting the gang into the abandoned church.“Hey, Fingers! You'll get through that right?” Sy pointed at the hole in the building’s defences.“I will,” said Joe ‘Fingers’ Finch, eyeing up Sy’s handiwork. “And so will the Fresh Meat, but I’m not su...
Never said Goodbye
I always found making friends a chore. Being an only child raised on what had once been a dairy farm there was little opportunity to socialize. By the time my parents had it, both cows and farmers were long gone. The house itself was on its knees begging for a lick of paint and some tiles to stop the rain pouring in. There was an outhouse where we'd keep chickens. They never arrived. So much for a fresh start! Ever the optimist, Daddy bought paint and allowed me to help brighten the place up"We'll take the truck into town tomorrow. Myra," he awww.onedoor.ccddressed my mom, who was sitting at the kitchen t...