The saloonâs door creaked open as the stranger limped in. His boots left wet**,** black trails across the dusty floor. No rain outside**.**
The patrons froze, eyes narrowing. The sheriff rose slowly.âšâYou lost, friend?â
The stranger didnât answer. His** **breath came in rattled gasps**.** He slumped onto a stool, hat low over his face. The bartender slid him a drink.
Ich war mal wieder auf dem Weg nach Bonn. Bonn war die ehemalige Hauptstadt der Bundesrepublik Deutschland. Heute nannte sich Bonn die Bundesstaat Bonn. Man musste das Haupt zwar herauskĂŒrzen, wollte aber dennoch etwas besonderes sein und Bonn war noch etwas besonderes, denn dort befand sich das Bundesministerium fĂŒr wirtschaftliche Zusammenarbeit und Entwicklung und da ich mich von jeher im Umfe...
In a town where everyone was ordinaryâflesh and blood, bone and sinewâshe was made of paper. Thin, delicate, a walking stack of pages bound together in the vague shape of a girl. When she moved, she rustled. When the wind blew too hard, she had to clutch herself tightly, afraid she might scatter.
âIs it strange to say that you remind me of a fictional character?â Sam asked.
âNah. I get that every once in a while. Even from people Iâve known for a long time.â
Sam smiled. âI still canât get over it though. You and one of my favorite fictional characters both wear striped hats. And you both wear distinctive clothes. Well, if you call a bow tie clothes. Then again, what does a cat in ...
I walked through the cemetery, heading to a familiar spot. My mother died a few years ago and I miss her terribly every single day. She had cancer, and we knew she was gonna die⊠but I just wasnât ready to let go.
When I saw her gravestone I sat down next to it, as per usual, âHi mom. I miss you.â I said, solemnly. I talked to her for a few more minutes, before heading to school. It was bright a...
_Authorâs Note: This is an excerpt from a book Iâm making, so please donât worry if the font is different! It is copy and pasted from my own google document! Without further ado, please enjoy._
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âThe light flickers above a man tied down to a chair. His hands are tightly snug around his back, and his expression is knocked out cold. The sound of a door could be heard opening, and t...
James and I were a known couple in school, but we hardly have any form of physical interaction with each other. We rarely hold hands, never kiss, and seldom hug. Our relationship has been strained for years, so I thought we would have break up someday. But, as Iâve never expected, James offered me to do a date, we havenât had date in a long period. He said it would be in the afternoon in a restaur...
Laurixa paced back and forth in front of her sister, Georgina, eyes wide with frantic energy. "Georgina, I'm telling you, that guyâBolo's friendâis up to something. Something no-good, rotten, and downright fishy. First off, he brought us pancakes. Frickin' pancakes!" Laurixa threw her hands up like pancakes were the equivalent of a ticking time bomb.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked around, seeing Gabriellaâs face everywhere she looked. The world began to spin, she knew this was the end for her. She reached out catching a hand in hers.
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It was splintered and rough, she looked up, at George. âDo it then, finish me!â Elizabeth cried, tears streaming down her face as she surrendered.
