Terrorism And Mayhem

Terrorism And Mayhem

  • WpView
    LECTURES 187
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 10
WpMetadataReadEn cours d'écriture13 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., févr. 8, 2020
WpInfo
Fiction
Thèmes Sociaux
Mots-clésaction-ish
The ordinary life of a girl ransacked by a sudden outbreak of a mass gun-shooting in school. It was the year of my national examinations. The examination which everyone never fails to talk about - O levels. Is it really that important? It has never really been the case for me. The examination of my last paper was about to end in a minute's time, until I heard the loud crunching of the gravel beyond the wooden door behind me. Heavy and thunderous footsteps - exactly like the coming of the antagonist in those action-film movies. It's much worse for it to occur in real life. It never stopped and never paused. It only had gotten louder and perceptible as it neared, approaching the entrance of the hall behind. A sense of trepidation and alarm instantly filled me. Could it be...? This isn't what I think would happen. I fidgeted in my seat and looked wildly around at the students. Stressed out pupils,frantically flipping the paper for any wrong errors. How could no one notice?
Tous Droits Réservés
#494
action-ish
WpChevronRight
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Illustration

Vous aimerez aussi

  • My Past Mate Rejected Me
  • Kill Me Gangleader
  • Rejected At First Sight
  • Queen Mafia (Completed)
  • Sudden Departure
  • My Abusive Mate
  • Atomic Woman
  • Only You
  • Cannibals
  • The Apocalypse

"You rejected me!! Not the other way around!!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face. "I know." He says, he head hangs low. "And I'm sorry. I should never have rejected you." He went to take my hands into his but I turned away from him. Tears were still going down my face. How could he, after all this time, have the nerve to come here. He knew that he had hurt me. Now he is sorry and wants me back? No. "Please. Believe me. I messed up big time! I didn't know what I had until it was gone!" He said. I heard every word. They cut through the wall of my heart and placed themselves on it . It hurt. But what he did to me had hurt even more. "That's right. You screwed up. Consider me lost." I said. Then I walked away.

Plus d’Infos
WpActionLinkDirectives du Contenu