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Avenues: The Finale, Part 2
“Do exactly as I say or she dies,” Oliver started, then gestured for me to move away from Susie. I obeyed, not willing to let my pride get either of us killed. I wondered how the hell he got up here when Luey’s men were parked downstairs, keeping watch and on the staircase. A disguise maybe? Whatever it had been, it worked and I was trying really fucking hard not to lose my shit and tackle Oliver to the ground. He could get trigger happy and shoot away at Susie.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Families
MISHELLE'S SPECIAL DREAMS
CH.1 HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY There was such a happy atmosphere on Mishelle’s birthday that even the sun seemed to be smiling. The sky was royal blue and there was no breeze to stir the carnations that were growing enchantingly in the grounds of the mansion. Jack and Anne, Mishelle’s parents, had hired a banqueting room within the 15th Century mansion to celebrate their eldest daughter’s 18th birthday. And what day it proved to be!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff6 years ago in Families
Stella's divine detour
" I can't believe it's already almost three am" Stella said to herself, yawning as the rain started to fall heavier on to the dark road ahead of her. Barely able to see the road she failed to notice the large fallen branch until she heard the large thud upon impact. Immediately her car started smoking,and she started cursing out of frustration. On her long journey home from her mother's funeral, she just wanted to get home and back to the city life she's been embracing for the past few years. Surrounded by dense forest, her cell had no service, making her feel terribly uneasy in the pits of her stomach. She looked ahead down the dark country road, through the rain she faintly saw a dim light way in the distance. She took a deep breath as she hesitatingly put her arms through her coat, unsure if the walk would be worth the anxiety it's already provoking. Stella was the spitting image of her mother,tall with long golden hair and eyes greener than the hills in Ireland. She was used to getting more attention than most and she hated it. Especially in a situation like this, stranded in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night while the storm raged around her. She wondered if some estranged mountain man or homicidal trucker would appear, because she was firm believer in Murphy's law and what can go wrong will go wrong. Pushing those thoughts aside she got out, locking the car behind her and look around at her surroundings."What else can I do?" she said to herself as she sauntered toward the dark abyss ahead of her.
By The objective perspective.6 years ago in Families










