The stars shone brilliantly against the velvety black sky, rebellious sparks of excitement against the cool, black calm. A cool summer breeze played across my face, shifting my hair. A car zoomed by, it's motor screaming, breaking the fragile silence. For a city, it seemed quite still, the eerie silence never releasing its grip. The red satin dress I wore reflected the moon light, only to be broken by the occasional bead. The door burst open with a bang behind me. My gaze instantly snapped from the city scape below, to the man who had thrown the door open. The door was still swinging on its hinges, the blinds swinging aimlessly on their fastenings. He was tall, with dark hair, and cold, dark eyes, which made feel like I was falling into the depths of some abyss, drowning.
"Ms. Scarlett Stowe, I have a few questions for you." He stated, his voice reminded me of ice, cool and emotionless.
YOU ARE READING
Cliffhangers
Короткий рассказThis is a book of just the beginnings of stories that I have scribbled down in notebooks, and spare pieces of paper. Most of them will be cliffhangers, and I will not be doing continuations of any of the chapters, so do not ask. You have been warned.
