Admist the roaring applause, a silent tear fell, reflecting the untold story she could never tell. She had told her story of her kidnapping and 20 year captivity but, I was all a lie. The truth was much harder to swallow, she loved him, she had been in love with him since the first time they met. She knew it was wrong, he was too old and the world would never accept them so, she played his victim to save her life and the life of her children.

Thanks you for this life I may not always show it I love being here

Reaching for more shrimp cocktail,  our eyes like from across the room.

It’s you I know it, I’m the chosen one and you’ve come to get me.

Frozen in fear, I can only stand there staring into your eyes. I start to back up, like I was going to run away and then so do you.

***idk how to finish this….. Can someone tell me an I using the right words (should I be using him instead of you)

The bright lights and the happy, yet haunting, music from the carnival pull me in.

The smell of the cotton candy and lemonade, so sweet. I’m flying high on happiness.

Everything feels right in my world, I am no longer afraid. I am content with how things are falling into place.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this, so strange and welcoming at the same time.

I must hold on to this feeling for as long as I can because who knows what’s coming next.

Lost wandering thoughts Traveling from here to there Seeking adventure

Cleaning out the attic to turn it into her craft room, Sara stumbles across a small dusty box, coughing. She removed the lid and finds small envelopes with letters inside.

Dearest Katie, I can no longer live with this lie any more. We need to talk. Please call me.

Dear John, I’m sorry I can’t talk about this, not right now. I still love you but, it’s just too hard.

Katie, Please, I think about you and the baby. I have to know.

The letters suddenly stop. BABY!?!?! What baby?!?!? Am I not an only child??? Do I have a brother or sister somewhere?!?!? So many questions whirl around my head.

Too bad I’ll never be able to get my answers.

Quickly scanning the picture books, my hands running over the tops of them, I stopped surprised.

Another hand was running over the top of the same section too and had stopped on that very same title.

Where the wild things are by Maurice Sendak, apologizing I let you take her take it. An older woman, with wrinkled hands and a gentle smile.

She picked it up, walking over to some comfy chairs along the wall. She started to tell me about how her grand-daughter was going to have her first baby, a boy. She was already set on the name Max, the namesake of the main character in the book. She smiled at the thought of what this book meant to her and her family, she had read it to all of her children and grandchildren for years.

My smile I couldn’t contain, so bright, I had said my name was Maxine for that same reason, I was also named after that character and my grandmother, had read me that book growing up.

It was a warm, happy connection. I never thought I’d experience.

She took the book home for her great-great-grandson and I ordered a new one.

Jamie expects to go to hell when he finally gets plugged in. He just knows, he’s not really as great as everyone seems to think he is, he lies about everything, and thinks awful horrible things, wishing bad things would happen to other people.

So, on that first night, he’s ready, he steps up, plugs himself in and settles down for what he knows is going to be a miserable time.

Then, something odd and beautiful happens….. instead of a hot miserable fire, he is greeted with a positive white light that feeds his soul with energy and warmth - a good warmth like a hug from a loved one.

Everything he’s ever felt or thought it said to himself about himself or other people has suddenly changed. He is positive now, lighter and ready to love his life in a pure and honest way. It’s his second chance and he knows he’s got to take this new life and love it right now.

Ambulance lights cut through the darkness, police sirens scream over radio static. All she could do is watch in horror as the jaws of life ripped apart her fathers brand new 1985 Mustang, tears running down her face, she swallowed hard. Shaking Ashley slumped in the drivers seat, without a scratch on her, seeing her cousin and her best-friends lifeless body being released from the mangled mess of metal and steel, she threw up.

It was so late and they both had been “over served” as Britney called it. Ashley knew she shouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel, the rain was coming down too hard, the light turned straight from green to red, and she slammed on the brakes, she would have flew through the window if she hadn’t had that seat belt on, that’s the only thing that saved her. The car behind them, didn’t stand a chance.

She knew the only way to explain everything was the truth and she has been lying for so long, she wasn’t even sure if she remembered what that was any more. Her whole life was one big lie, she had everyone fooled, thinking things were so great for her, keeping her grades up just enough to not get attention from anyone, making it look like things were perfect…. When everything was one big disastrous lie.

Carl works in a boring office, plain white walls and not one window. It’s actually the perfect place to execute the perfect crime.

He thinks about what he would do daily, he even has detailed notes in his computer, which in the wrong hands could be very dangerous or get him into trouble.

There’s the hit list of coworkers he’d love to take out (or at least see severely hurt), the action list of how he would get them, and the most important list of all why he wants to off them.

First, there’s Carol, she talks way too much, never letting you get a word in edgewise.

Then, there’s Chad, with the chomping of the gum, everyday, like a horse eating sod. Disgusting!

And everybody knows they are both cheating on their partners, they try to hide it but, they aren’t good at hiding their dirty little secret.

For Carol, he imagines knocking her out and forcing a large about of marbles down her throat. The pretty glass ones on her desk from her beach combing days in West Virginia. She’s always talking about how proud she is of her findings.

Why would he want to off sweet, sweet Carol you ask, the answer is easy. She’s the office slut, she’d give everyone with a penis whatever they fucking wanted except, of course, him. What the fuck is wrong with him, why wouldn’t she want what he has, money, looks, charm and a sense of humor better than anyone he knows.

As for Chad, he’d just infuse that god damn gum with drain cleaner, should be a quick easy kill. Why dumb old Chad, we’ll because he’s in the way of Carol you see. He has to get rid of the competition and the on only one who would protect her before he gets to her.

So, yes boys and girls, it comes down to sex - the reason for everything in this world is either sex or money and since Carol has no real money - Carl’s just going to kill her for her sex or for not even bothering to offer him any. He just wanted a tiny piece of that ass and to be part of “the club”.

Or could it be because he’s a psycho killer and just want to watch the world burn. Either way, it’s a perfect, glorious plan. He can hide the bodies in the basement and easily set the place a blaze right before leaving for the night.

Carl opened his eye’s to see Chad standing there front of him and the last thing he heard was “chomp chomp”.