She reached behind her back again and retrieved her cigarette from the cabinet where she had laid it. She observed him like he was a particularly large roach for several moments before she sneered, "Yeah, that's about what I figured. Men like you love to inflict pain, but when it comes to receiving, you're all pussies." A NEW short story by Lilly Sinclair. DOWNLOAD HERE for only $0.99 cents!! http://authorlillysinclai4.wix.com/lucris #satan #serial killer #occult #ritual #evil
Will is continually sneaking out of his cabin at night causing the trip co-ordinators to warn him that he is going to be sent home. Vee has to keep defending because she knows that getting sent home is what he wants
(Open RP! I'm the girl. Someone be the guy??) He walked into the tavern cautious of the people around him. They were all criminals for sure. He could tell. As he took a seat. A girl and a man sit beside me. One look I know that poor girl isn't a felon. She sits close to the man but seems terrified of him. I get a look at him and I realize he's a hunter. The hunter. This poor girl must be his prey.
She stepped outside the door, reaching her arms out to feel the first snowfall. After awhile, she started spinning around and giggling with her tongue sticking out to catch the quickly falling crystals of snow. She felt like a small child, and to him, she looked like one. But he didn't care and he didn't judge. He thought she looked adorable, falling more in love with her as each second passed.