There, is a pile of sheets, seeming so insignificant and delicate on the table two meters away. Yet, something pulls you towards it, and soon you see it right in front of your eyes. Words printed neatly on the first page atop the small pile, and something about it has your eyes drifting across each line. Subconsciously, you lift the single sheet and begin on the next. You delve deeper into the story, and too soon it ends. But there is the next one, the first words the beginning of a new story and a new adventure. You know its not worth your time, yet your body disagrees and soon you admit to the urge. The Short Passages have casted an unbreakable enchantment, and without knowing, you continue to walk onto the most thrilling rollercoaster ride.
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Highest rankings :
SHORT STORY: #176 {2017}
DESCRIPTION: #1 {Dec, 2019}
DESCRIPTIVE: #2 {April, 2019}
READ: #8 {Dec, 2019}
INSPIRATIONAL: #6 {Dec, 2019}
PASSAGES: #1 {Dec, 2019}
VARIETY: #1 {Dec, 2019}
INTERESTING: #9 {Dec, 2019}
MYSTERY: #7 {Sept, 2019}
MISERY: #8 {Sept, 2019}
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017
A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.