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The lines of the road blur in and out of focus as the Mercedes speeds down the fog draped road, a metallic tang filling the air. Her hand pounds on the steering wheel, she watches as a river of blood flows from the open wounds on either side of one hand, scorching pain racking up her arm. Screams of agony mixed with frustrated groans echo off the metal walls as the car swerves violently, the slick of blood making it impossible to grip the steering wheel. Panting, she wipes her eyes with the back of her uninjured hand to clear her vision feel...
Weekly Contest #264
Orin: “Hey” “Hello” her sultry voice floats in the air. I don’t take my eyes off of Nash as I setup on to the rooftop terrace. She sits, legs folded beneath her on an antique sofa perched a little too close to the edge for my taste. Her thick curls are coiled in a loose bun at the top of her head, tendrils sweep her shoulder where the strap of her tank top has slide down her arm. I take a second to catch my breath from the sight before speaking. “I... uh...We have been looking for you everywhere.” She lifts a bottle, the clear liquid slo...
Weekly Contest #260
I raise the bow, drawing the string back to a taught “V” as I rest two fingers on my cheek bone to stabilize the weapon. The target stands twenty yards from my position, partially hidden behind a large oak tree. One false move from me and I know he will attack. I inhale quietly, pausing to steady my shot before a sudden crackle sounds from the ear piece in my left ear. “Breathe, Gorgeous” my heart clenches at the whispered voice unsteadies my arms so suddenly I nearly loose my arrow prematurely. Dropping my hands, I fold myself behind the ...
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