Tag: Drama

“I never meant for this to be what it turned out to be. I wanted it to be something wonderful, not this horrible ripe piece of shit it turned out to be. We,” he says pointing to to her and then back to himself. “WE were meant to be forever. But somewhere within this insanity …

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It’s something to see everything you ever put into this world slowly fall away like melting cheese. I know that sounds like a bad analogy, but it’s exactly how it all looked from where I am sitting. Life up until three hours ago wasn’t worth living, and then it happened. I’ve always been a major …

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He pulls himself from the water and collapses breathless onto the muddy bank, his side throbbing. He glances quickly down and pulls his eyes away even quicker. Three ribs stick out through his flesh, blood gushes from within leaving him in agony and the perpetual fear of his oncoming death. He forces his hand into …

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“I know it’s a long shot, but what else do I have?” Derek says as he turns the key, bringing the engine to like with a snarl. “You realise what it’ll cost you, regardless of the outcome?” “It’s not my fate that matters anymore, it’s hers,” he says looking up at him, tears in his …

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“Whimsical thinking’s of a world gone mad, that’s what she said before she ran out of the door. Crazy bitch must’ve been totally off her tree, it was minus six and she didn’t even take her coat,” Carl exclaims with eyes wide and dry as he darts a quick glance over to the coat that …

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“Are you all suck here? Are any of you able to leave here?” Steward asks, only to receive silence as his answer. “Is anyone still with us?” Sophie asks towards the darkness around them, the rem pod explodes with colours and a high pitched noise quickly followed by everyone’s ghost meter pros lighting up and …

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“Don’t be afraid of why you are here my angel, be afraid because you are here,” the old woman says with a wicked laugh as she skilfully glides the knife across the steel, working its blade into a fine point. “It’s an art form,” she says with a wink. “I’ve been doing this longer than …

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He falls to the ground flat on his face, the first thing he can taste when he swallows is the blood that flows across his face from his nose. “SHIT!” He hisses through clenched teeth as he struggles to his hands and knees before emptying the contents of his stomach. “Ya right Jimmy boy?” Willis …

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He holds the vial tightly with one hand, and pulls himself up over the ledge until after what seems like an eternity he lies exhausted on the ground. “Such a right shame mate,” Stew says with a grin upon his face as he kneels down beside him, driving a knee into Barry’s chest pinning him …

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“And I say it’s a load of shit!” Carol quips as tightens her seatbelt. “Beth went back to Austria, or wherever it was the age came from. The whole idea you’ve got running around in your skull is ludicrous!” “Ludicrous, now there’s a word you don’t hear that often,” he says with a wry smile …

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Scolfield holds the jewel encrusted skull up to the light and sucks in a stuttered breath before allowing himself to smile. “I-I-Is, is it his?” Roberto asks, as two lock eyes he knows the answer before its spoken and begins to laugh hysterically. “HOLY SHIT!” He yells spinning around in a circle like Julie Andrews …

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He squeezes his hand tightly over her mouth as their eyes wide with fear follow the things as they move quickly through the adjacent hallway. He can feel her heart pump powerfully in her chest as the bodies of the destitute bang against the doorway like a sea of unstoppable water. After what seems like …

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“Does it hurt?” She asks sheepishly, trying to mask her smile behind a mixture of hands and hair. “What do you think?” He replies coldly. “I don’t know, it depends what drugs they’ve got you on.” “They haven’t gone me on anything, apparently my records say I’m allergic to almost everything that would numb the …

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Corey closes his eyes and allows the sound of the paint escaping the can to be his guide, moving his arms in an almost rhythmic fashion. Images dance wildly in his mind and escape through his hands, painting across the empty canvas before him. It seems like forever before he finally opens his eyes and …

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“A card by any other name, would not be a card,” he says with a thoughtful pause as he looks out into the sea of a few thousand faces, all focused on his every word. He smiles, winks playfully before spinning around and exploding into a cavalcade of roses. The crowd sits in stunned silence, …

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