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She runs.She runs. And can you blame her? Before her is nothing she's known. Behind- all she will drown. Forgetting is second nature to a specter. Quiet fills rooms as bodies can. But do they listen as well? They tire, they bitter. She talks. Quiet listens. Suspending her secrets in silence. She runs.She runs.
by ~anakattack
TrainBella was watching the mundane scenery dance by the window. The sun had slowly begun to set above one of the high mountains of what she presumed to be Utah when a stranger slid open the cabin door. He seemed extremely out of his element with his ruffled brown hair and his androgynous figure. He managed to glance quickly in her direction before crashing down onto the seat diagonal from Bella and pulling out a frayed sketch pad.Train
Since she had been in solitude for most of the train ride except for occasional inquiry by a stewardess who had identified herself as Clarice, Bella was desperate for some type of human communication. "Are
by ~anakattack
Almost there.The train lurched but didn't stop. The luggage shuddered; it wasn't cold My breath suspended in my lungs and not for the first time. We were almost there.Almost there.
The mountains became columns unforgiving giants between Edens there was no way around what was the inevitable. We were almost there.
The last of summer had slowly died. Trying became my primary motivator. The seasons were blind to my need or want while I was unsure which haunted me most. We were almost there.
You couldn't take the distance but I knew two hundred miles was not
by ~anakattack
LeslieEvery noise she made seemed to be amplified and then echoed as Leslie climbed out of her second story lake house window onto the roof. From there, she jumped down onto the family RV and used the ladder on the back to conveniently climb down to the ground and ultimately to safety.Leslie
From there, Leslie ran about fifty feet down to the boat dock where the little rowboat was anchored. She got into the boat and untied it; from there, she paddled frantically towards the island in the middle of the lake.
When she felt the rowboat hit the shore, she checked her watch. Five past one. The moon was bright
by ~anakattack
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