Lambs Stories

If God isn't on your side who is? Quinn, a eighteen year old lesbian, struggles to accept herself when the holy bible and her family hold all odds against her. She plans to play it straight before moving out for college and awaits the sweet moment, were she can fully express the rainbow inside her. Little does she know, that her faith is going to be put to the test.

Here is an interesting story. A life lesson that is open to interpretation.

Posted this on a few other sites so if you do see it out there it is mine.

Ever wondered what happened to Clarice after that fateful day in Buffalo Bill's house? How does she sleep at night? Does she still hear the lambs? What happened to Catherine, the girl Clarice rescued from the bottom of the pit? Did Hannibal the Cannibal, ever get caught? In The Silence is Over, a Silence of the Lambs movie sequel, find out the answers to all your questions. Book Blurb: I move closer to the cries, and I walk into a wide-open room with stone floors and walls. It reeks in here...almost like- No. No, don't think. "FBI! Show yourself!" I call, my voice faltering a little. "Down here..P-Please save me! Help!" the woman's voice breaks as she sobbs. I look all around me. I don't see her. Wait. There, at the edge of the room. I walk closer, being cautious as I walk, looking in each corner to make sure He doesn't sneak up on me. I come upon a ring of stones, like a mini wall, about two feet tall. My heart plummets as I realize what this is. Oh God. I look over the edge of the wall, turning my flashlight on as I do, and about fifteen feet down, in a dark hole, is Catherine. Her clothes are dirty and torn, her pantlegs ripped up past her upper thighs. Although the report said she weighed about 150 pounds when she was taken, she is possibly half that now, and I can see her ribs as I point my flashlight over her. One eye is bloody and swollen, and there is a small white dog at her feet, whimpering as it lays. "Hello, Clarice," a vile, chilling voice says, right behind me. One year after the chilling events in Buffalo Bill's house, Clarice still has flashbacks and dark memories. When a new serial killer is on the rampage, Clarice's new boss and team members need her more than ever, but she's not so sure she can handle it. Some memories are meant to be buried...just like those girl's bodies. With the help of some old friends, journey with Clarice as she solves the murders and helps herself realize that it's okay to ask for help, even when you do not want to.

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He felt lost in the world. But very soon a special girl would become his world. ================================ "I'm sorry." I whispered, my rucksack on my back. She had tears in her eyes and more falling down her cheeks. Evey one of them breaks my heart a little more. I soon feel my own tears mingling with the rain streaming down my face. "When will you return?" Her voice cracks. I look down, unable to look her in the eyes."I will travel the world until I find it in my heart to forgive you. That's when I'll return." She sobs. A part of me only wants throw my arms around her and tell it'll be okay but my other half wants to slap her, grab her shoulders and scream in her face "Why would you do this to me." I can't bring myself to touch her. I know it's terrible but I can feel myself creating those words that claw up my throat, threatening to spill over in a terrible bubbling mass of hatred and hurt. As much as I love her I hate her too. She broke my heart but I still haven't the power to leave indefinitely. I finally look at her, staring into her eyes, her face tells me about all the guilt, the grief, the self-hatred. I want to memorize that face so when I close my eyes I know she feels bad about it too. I am aware that I still possess that drawing of her, the one I had sketched in the greenhouse that fateful day. Back then she was just a name. When she saved me I could finally put a face to that name. I close my eyes committing the curves of her nose, the color of her eyes, and the angle of her cheekbones and jaw to memory. I let out a puff of air, my breath condensing in the cold air. I put my head down, my wet bangs sticking to my forehead. The lump in my throat won't go away. I turn around and start to walk away into the fog and rain. "Will." She calls. I stop. There's a moment of silence. "I love you." I shut my eyes squeezing out more tears. I continue to walk and this time, ================================

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