Anie and Krow's Big Heist 4A man, not quite fat, but more of pudgy with wealth stroked his pointy black beard and rolled the dice around in a cage of his thick fingers as he stared hard at the table he sat at. Around him Noise clashed and voices pulsed and the whole place smelled of rot and sweat but Campbell didn't particularly care, this was the best turn out he had in a long while.Anie and Krow's Big Heist 4
Beside him people shouted their opinions-"Odd!" "Even!" "Even, Campbell, Even! I can feel it in my bones!"
He ignored them. It would be odd, he knew, despite it being odd the past eight times because he had just switched out the die for his weighted
S.O.S. Ch.0I had been lying in the grass when he first found me, in the front yard of my GreatS.O.S. Ch.0
Aunt Lisa's cottage where I was to stay the summer. Just lying in the sun with my eyes closed, the grass itching the back of my neck, just not enough to make me move. I felt like melting chocolate on a summer day. Or I should have, now I felt like a doll. Eyes closed, I tried to ignore my imaginings of burning plastic.
A stick poked me on the fore arm, or what felt like a stick.
"Hey-hey you. Are you dead?" I opened my eyes to a knobby finger attached to a boy laying on his stomach perpendicular to me. He ha
ConstructionI spoke a word and it broke.Construction
It was unlucky I suppose, It came at a time of shattered lines When hopeless heartbeats throbbed and was the bad sort of reminder I was alive. I feel a little guilty. It should have had a better chance Instead of barely tearing out like snapping strings and bee stings.
"Wh-y" was a withering whisper
It had thistle hooks so I know it was heard
But it was a broken word "W-hy" See? I can no longer say it right.
Now lucky words, I know a few Like "I" "Love" And "You"
Murmured at the sweetest times &n
One More Day"One more day," she says to herself, always just one more day. She steps over sidewalk cracks, one more step to take. It's a block from the bus stop to the house.One More Day
"What happened to your face?" They had asked her today. Two, count them, two black eyes. She doesn't respond with: "What do you think happened?"
She finally arrives home. Shuffling her feet on the front stoop, she strains to hear inside. The door swings open with a "Clank." Her father appears. His face is blank.
"I'll count to three," he says to her. Now she's wide awake. She knows it's really only two away. What if she turned and ra
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