Imagine [ Short Stories ]

Imagine [ Short Stories ]

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Short stories of various ships and different scenarios. The idea was inspired by Jayme Dray, He is such an amazing writer and I love everyone of his books! However, these are my own personal ideas, I don't intend to copy him in any way, just giving credit to the fact he is the inspiration behind this. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy. © 2015 AMechelleBooks. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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I watched as my last chance of escape was knocked from my hand and slid under my bed. My last bit of hope to break from this candy coated nightmare, slipped from reach. My right arm was then violently twisted and pushed behind my back. I yelped in pain. His sweaty palm covered my mouth, muffling my cries. New tears sprung in my eyes. My vision became blurry. That familiar feeling of dread crept up my spine. It warned me, but did I listen? He knelt behind me, pushing my arm further behind. "I'm not losing you... again," he whispered in my ear. His deep voice, laced with venom, lust, and desperation. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up. That's it. That's the end. No new beginning. No end. No hope. No life. Just emptiness. Just that vague emptiness. I'm sinking. And you can't save me. A story inspired by @shelbytree

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