Date: 2017-04-14 20:15
Thanks for sharing your post, Eva Rose. It is beautifully written and a fine example for those who are terminally ill to adopt your sister 8767 s courage, cherfullness and acceptance of the disease.
Your writing is simple and stylish and what I aim for in my writing. No repetitions, no extra words, no 8766 flowery 8767 adjectives.
All I can say is, WELL DONE!
I paused and weighed the pros and cons of the situation, and and repeated the grounds of the deal back to him 8775 Let me get this straight, you want me to help you find some girl in return for your help? 8776
After I walked to my seat he told us the
assignment. What he said astounded me. “We are going to write about what would
happen if we all got stuck in a nuclear warzone and to survive with only an old
house and a basement that actually went deep enough for us to survive”. My jaw
dropped to the floor. I was so excited and felt nauseas. The reason I was sick
is because I knew that, that could actually happen.
Suddenly, I wasn 8767 t here in this world anymore but I was in his. I could feel what he felt, I could feel his anger, pain,joy and sadness. It was overwhelming and I felt a rain of emotions rush through me like a wildfire, consuming me and becoming part of my very being. It felt like a fire deep in my soul as his feelings burned through me scratching at my veins like a thousand particles of sandpaper. It tried to mold and shape me into something I 8767 m not.
I smile as I get close enough to him. “It is alright. I am sure you would never betray me, personally. However,” I pull him to me and into my vibroknife, “I cannot risk being exposed. I’m sorry.”
I complied to the authority that is my alarm and found the strength and
endurance to slam the snooze button on my clock but quickly found myself engulfed
in my blankets once again. The palm of my hands were beginning to have a slight
burning sensation to them but it went away as fast as it came. It was weird, it
was like someone poked a hot needle in the middle of my hand.
He looked at me gravely and said, 8775 Believe it or not, you need me and not just to get out of this bush. 8776 He cocked his head to one side his evergreen eyes studying me, 8776 Did you honestly think that I wouldn 8767 t recognize you Anastasia? Seriously, you are recognizable to just about everyone with your distinct blood red hair, deep violet eyes, and fair skin. There are people willing to pay a pretty price for you and at this rate they will find you. 8776
Shiv had more than enough experience living the less-than-honest life before he worked at the mill. He used to be quite high up in a gang called the Southies, up until about a year ago when the pilties heard wind of their headquarters and raided their stockpile. His mates took off fast once they were eviscerated by the authorities, as a gang without a turf didn 8767 t really belong anywhere. He still wasn 8767 t sure who ratted, but he wasn 8767 t too sour anymore about it, as he hadn 8767 t suffered too much from the loss.
The only expression on my face was
that of a murderer looking at his next target. I was looking savage. He still
had the audacity to keep laughing at me, saying that it was all a joke. This
happened to the point where he was just quiet, asking if I was mad and stuff.
That was when my composure broke and I started cracking up. At that point, we
were both dying of laughter, so much so that my lungs felt like they were going
“Sorry, Ms Re Pugnant, but could you please keep your voice down? You’re disrupting your own library.” Ms Re Pugnant’s assistant, Mrs Abel, tells the old lady.