As he warily approached the anticipated ambush site, former commando sniper, Stoney Bourke, wondered whether he hadn’t been too lucky for too long.
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"Get around on the other side,” Mara directed, sucking in air between each word. The marble shelf was too heavy to lift by herself, but she needed to see the face of her attacker for closure. Yet, it was only after looking into the killer’s eyes that her story truly began.
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Two career girls rooming together should be an easy situation. Not when one is a gossip columnist and the other is starting to make a name for herself as an actress.
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Maybe I was born this way or maybe my daddy taught me. He kept trophies of his kills in a curio cabinet in the living room. Tommy’s teeth, Heidi’s hair, Gary’s gum. You name it, Daddy kept it. I don’t keep trophies, I keep their gifts.
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Silver saw the beads of sweat on the guard’s foreheads as the men pulled the groaning iron bars. If gates could talk they would have said “We are shut for the night”
Silver could taste the orange ferrous on his lips as he pushed his face hard against the barrier.
“My father’s killer is on the other side” he screamed at the gates.
The gates, however, being made of metal, remained blissfully unaware of Silver’s plight.
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Susan started her day by making coffee for her dad. She has been living and then working for him since the courts remove her and his half-sister Angel from her mom and stepdad.
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Liam always joked that our love was like taking a bite of a good Margherita pizza—the warmth of soft dough, mixed with freshness of basil leaves, sweetness of balsamic drizzles, and tartness of tomatoes–a simple, yet nostalgic concoction.
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This is my worst nightmare…what a creepy beginning! Fantastic!
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This makes me curious!!! I want to know the rest of the story!
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Months left to my own thoughts, it was surprising that I had not gone mad with joy.
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His heart was racing, his blood pulsing fast and loud in his ears. Everything was going sideways all at once, and he just had to keep moving. If he stopped too long, he’d start to think…and thinking, at least right now, meant death.
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Cecelia lay flat on the damp ground and looked helplessly at the landscape below. The surrounding trees provided some protection from being seen on the hilly outcrop, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
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Nice suits. Big houses. Expensive cars. Maybe even private jets…
Pure glamour. That’s how we are seen.
Burn-out, alcohol and / or drug addictions. Overworked. No time with their family. Constant exposure to stress. Suicidal thoughs.
That is my reality, each day, every day.
I’m Jane. I’m a lawyer. It’s 10 pm on a Saturday evening.
And I am still in my office, with, as sole companion, the bottle of over-expensive whiskey I have been flirting with for a while now.
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“Cannonball!” Cole hollered as he dived into the deep blue of the Aegean ocean.
The spray reached high enough to splash Callie who screamed as the large spots soaked through the pages of her book that she had previously been trying to enjoy in peace whilst developing a golden tan.
“You are so dead when I catch you!” she yelled over the side of the boat.
(Opening of Chapter 1 from Callie and Cole’s Ancient Greek Adventure By Lia Nicholson)
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An ache, cold and rough, with a swimming head and the smell of old urine, I cracked open a blury and very crusty eyelid.
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The north wind blew and the rain lashed down hard outside the small cave where the woman lay panting in the final throes of her delivery.
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The dark hurts my eyes, and grit rubs inbetween the toes of my shoeless feet , but there’s little I can do with my hands tethered behind my back.
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I wanted to add more, but thought I’d actually stick to the prompt and do just the one sentence this time! Who knows where my character is going…
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It’s not every bleary-eyed morning your hand reaches into the fridge for the low fat milk, a pottery bowl of rustling bran flakes awaiting the result, and instead encounters a shrink-wrapped head.
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