Hope in time

Hope in time

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Hope Hathaway was a very quiet girl living in the loud and bustling New York City. Everything is different from her old life in Alamo, She has no real friends besides her 2 cats that live in her small apartment. The life of an accountant is not very fulfilling. On the fateful day of August 13th, 2010, she found herself having to stay late at the office. On the way, she passed by Central Park. She had never seen how pretty it looked in the dark and felt like she had to go in and look around. Then soon she would meet a person who would show her that time no longer means anything. He will give her incredible powers but there's just one thing she must do... help him solve the murder of his brother and escape with their lives. in time....
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Echoes

She was beautiful, her smile could light up the room. She had so much promise, an excellent student. I can't believe this happened to her, she did everything right. When a young girl is taken from the world it seems like they're always perfect. Adventurous, caring, beautiful, altruistic, not a blemish on their character. So the world laments their passing, grieves for the light that left the world to early. They become so determined to find the monster who did it to them that they won't rest until the girls been given justice. But, what about girls like me? The ones who live in the shadows, who walk in the mud to survive. The ones who had no promise, no gleaming smile or impressive academic record. The ones who fade from the world as if they were never there. The world doesn't care about those girls, they don't fight for closure. So it's up to me to get my own justice. I look down at the watch on my wrist, the glowing numbers showing 72 hours. Three days before I'm gone forever, three days to find the man who killed me.

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