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Submitted by Dail Martinez
“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can.”
Include this line of dialogue somewhere in your story.
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Arrows zip past us, aiming to kill.
We run through the woods, dodging trees and vines.
“Run to the cliff!” Zane shouts, throwing knives at our attackers.
I look towards the east and spot a cliff. I can hear the rushing of water just below.
Zane surely won’t make us jump?
“Vera, we are going to jump!” Zane yells, the arrows getting closer to hitting us.
My breathing gets heavy as we run closer...
“Maddy! Maddy! Hurry!” My little sister’s voice was accompanied by giggles as she watched me work.
I sped up, carefully moving the metal with my hands, almost breaking the fragile material, “You’re gonna break it, Maddy.”
“Then don’t rush me, I’m being as careful as I can.” There was a smile in my tone and plastered on my face as I finished crafting the dress.
Mother had asked me to make Lily...
I was alway interested in my Father’s work, he was a Archaeologist and would travel the world looking for lost artefacts. He had a museum named after him. He liked to call himself the real life Indiana Jones. My mother would always tell me his stories were always exaggerated and to not get to obsessed with them. She would say his stories did not really happen like a movie.
I remember when I was l...
Love
I’ve experienced it in a relationship before,
Gotten loved by my family,
Even by the pets.
I’m not on the prowl for such a thing though.
I shall keep striding on, hand in hand with my life.
Won’t turn my gaze nor a glance backwards, for I am yearning to move forwards.
I refuse to waste my days, months, and years for a such thing that could rip me to shreds in the end.
Being the cautious bu...
“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can,” I said, silently annoyed- though I could never stay mad long at her-, slowly working my calloused fingers through her beautiful silver-blonde mane of hair. She was so lucky.
She sighed. “I know, I know...”
I stared absently at the shafts of gold that danced in from the open window, illuminating her features. She looked nothing short of a goddess,...
“Hurry up, Xyle!” shouts Darlene.
“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can,” the purple alien retorts, “you know how fickle humans can be.” He keeps sewing at the man’s forehead. Thank Jupiter they brought the first aid kit.
Darlene and Xyle didn’t have many expectations for their first date, but they certainly didn’t expect to accidentally hit an astronaut with their space car. The penalt...
“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can.”
Washington was about to intersect before he paused and considered the circumstances.
He’d much rather Tucker be careful then quick.
“Ok, ok.” He rationalized. “Just don’t hurt her.”
He could hear Tucker scoff from under the porch. “How do you even know it’s a girl?” He hissed before mumbling something Wash didn’t hear but could only assume was a...
“Don’t rush me. I’m be as careful as I can,” I said to my friend. “But you’re sooooo slow!!” I know I am slow, but this process takes skill and care, it should not be rushed.
My friend was bouncing around, so impatient. “You are distracting me,” I stated, “can you sit down? Just until I am finished.”
“But I want this done nooooow,” he whined. Why were we friends again?
Trying to block him ...
As Markus watched from the roof through the sky light he could see the torrent of energy lashing out from the vortex. Declan found a way to use the energy created by the portal to power the city. “Malcom, I am impatiently disgusted with how slow you are going. We need more out put from the portal...you said you could handle this. Do I need to find someone else?” Declan clenched his cane. “Don’t ru...
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