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Eric said.
'No,' the man said.
HE SHOULD RECEIVE SOME CASH SETTLEMENT FOR THE WATCH IN ADDITION TO THE MEDICATION
The flashing box, declaring its message, was extended by the female reeg toward the man; he halted, frowning, then shrugged. 'One hundred in cash,' he said to Eric | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Eric said. 'No,' the man said. HE SHOULD RECEIVE SOME CASH SETTLEMENT FOR THE WATCH IN ADDITION TO THE MEDICATION The flashing box, declaring its message, was extended by the female reeg toward the man; he halted, frowning, then shrugged. 'One hundred in cash,' he said to | Eric |
I will suffer no more lies from you."
"I haven't lied." The edge of the desk bit into the back of her thigh just under the crease of her bottom. "I'm only the courier. I know nothing about the contents of the envelope."
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I will suffer no more lies from you." "I haven't lied." The edge of the desk bit into the back of her thigh just under the crease of her bottom. "I'm only the courier. I know nothing about the contents of the envelope." He leaned forward, trapping her between his body and the | desk |
And still stay straight enough to average 100-plus miles per hour. I e-mailed the file to you.” Tom handed the manila folder to Bob and gave a two finger cub scout salute before walking out. Bob had never seen Tom mock his superiors before, and wondered if Tom was becoming as frustrated as he was. Bob rolled his eyes b... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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And still stay straight enough to average 100-plus miles per hour. I e-mailed the file to you.” Tom handed the manila folder to Bob and gave a two finger cub scout salute before walking out. Bob had never seen Tom mock his superiors before, and wondered if Tom was becoming as... | salute |
It was larger than his-well, the one his dad threw away-and was covered in a white and purple bedspread that had a cascade of ruffles on the skirt.
Trystan turned back to her, an eyebrow rising on his face in surprise, "Ruffles? Really?"
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It was larger than his-well, the one his dad threw away-and was covered in a white and purple bedspread that had a cascade of ruffles on the skirt. Trystan turned back to her, an eyebrow rising on his face in surprise, "Ruffles? Really?" She shrugged, "What's wrong with | ruffles |
Your shoulder – where are your clothes?”
Yeah – you forgot that part, right? But nope. That was me, new zombie, no clothes.
So what else could I do but reach out, grab my landlord, pull him in, and start chewing.
Yeah. Sorry about this, but man, he was simply delicious | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Your shoulder – where are your clothes?” Yeah – you forgot that part, right? But nope. That was me, new zombie, no clothes. So what else could I do but reach out, grab my landlord, pull him in, and start chewing. Yeah. Sorry about this, but man, he was simply | delicious |
I hadn’t exactly been a good girl.”
“I don’t know what you are saying,” said Tuan. “I see a perfect girl in front of me, perfect in every way, perfect for anybody.”
Zoe smiled. Tuan was emboldened. He took a deep breath and said, “I love you, Zoe | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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I hadn’t exactly been a good girl.” “I don’t know what you are saying,” said Tuan. “I see a perfect girl in front of me, perfect in every way, perfect for anybody.” Zoe smiled. Tuan was emboldened. He took a deep breath and said, “I love you, | Zoe |
How old were you when you were transformed?
Thirty. He slanted a nervous glance her way. Ye couldna guess? Do I look much older?
She looked indignant. I wouldnt presume to judge.
His jaw shifted. He was sorely tempted to poke her or tickle her. Then kiss her senseless. Actually, he could skip the tickling and go str... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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How old were you when you were transformed? Thirty. He slanted a nervous glance her way. Ye couldna guess? Do I look much older? She looked indignant. I wouldnt presume to judge. His jaw shifted. He was sorely tempted to poke her or tickle her. Then kiss her senseless. Actual... | kissing |
As if drawn against her will, the duchess slowly turned her head to look full at the portrait. She moved closer. Her hand hovered near, but without touching the bottom of the gilded frame. Miranda noticed that the slender fingers shook ever so slightly. "Yes. They were indeed alike."
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As if drawn against her will, the duchess slowly turned her head to look full at the portrait. She moved closer. Her hand hovered near, but without touching the bottom of the gilded frame. Miranda noticed that the slender fingers shook ever so slightly. "Yes. They were indeed... | Miranda |
They may be in the same building as you."
"Great. Where are you?" Grant said. "We're in the lodge."
Grant said, "And the others? Muldoon, everybody else?"
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They may be in the same building as you." "Great. Where are you?" Grant said. "We're in the lodge." Grant said, "And the others? Muldoon, everybody else?" "We've lost a few people. But we got everybody else over to the | lodge |
But she was tired and out of shape. She slowed her pace a little and they jogged side by side until they reached the station.
The station had been evacuated and there were no trains leaving that day. Jakob took across the tracks and down the hill to the service booth. A small dirt road ran a little ways away and then d... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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But she was tired and out of shape. She slowed her pace a little and they jogged side by side until they reached the station. The station had been evacuated and there were no trains leaving that day. Jakob took across the tracks and down the hill to the service booth. A small... | hill |
He was not supposed to be angry and hurt and Ty all understanding and apologetic, making him feel like a caveman for being upset.
After checking the directory sign outside baggage claim, Zane found the baggage conveyor for his flight and stood waiting for his black leather duffel to scroll past. Ty stood at his side, ... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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He was not supposed to be angry and hurt and Ty all understanding and apologetic, making him feel like a caveman for being upset. After checking the directory sign outside baggage claim, Zane found the baggage conveyor for his flight and stood waiting for his black leather du... | Ty |
"We share blood; we're connected in that way. I would know if that connection was severed."
A small chill ran through Cassie as she thought over Annabelle's words. "So you would know if something happened to Devon also," she said softly.
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"We share blood; we're connected in that way. I would know if that connection was severed." A small chill ran through Cassie as she thought over Annabelle's words. "So you would know if something happened to Devon also," she said softly. Annabelle's eyes were kind and underst... | Cassie |
Jisei said, “You are still not listening, and have I not told you to strap on your helmet.” She bent down, picked it up, and then added it to the sack. “It shall not protect your head if it falls off.”
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Jisei said, “You are still not listening, and have I not told you to strap on your helmet.” She bent down, picked it up, and then added it to the sack. “It shall not protect your head if it falls off.” “Yes, you have many times, and I'm | listening |
“Where could our father come that his armies would not be noticed so much and where it would not cause an international catastrophe?”
“The mountain,” Noah spoke simply.
“Yes, the mountain,” answered Samlazaz and Araklba together.
“Where would the dark ones come?” asked Noah.
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“Where could our father come that his armies would not be noticed so much and where it would not cause an international catastrophe?” “The mountain,” Noah spoke simply. “Yes, the mountain,” answered Samlazaz and Araklba together. “Where would the dark ones come?” asked Noah. ... | mountain |
Maybe I could get some names of women he…” He stopped, realizing he was thinking out loud. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do but I can’t make any promises.” Tony looked up at Maria and still saw anguish in her eyes. “You’re going to be okay, Maria | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Maybe I could get some names of women he…” He stopped, realizing he was thinking out loud. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do but I can’t make any promises.” Tony looked up at Maria and still saw anguish in her eyes. “You’re going to be okay, | Maria |
“How about opening your own clinic?”
He shook his head. “All my money wouldn’t be enough to fund it. Plus the logistics are beyond comprehension. That’s why we’ve looked into working for an established clinic.”
“Do you really want to volunteer your time?”
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“How about opening your own clinic?” He shook his head. “All my money wouldn’t be enough to fund it. Plus the logistics are beyond comprehension. That’s why we’ve looked into working for an established clinic.” “Do you really want to volunteer your time?” “I might like to wor... | clinic |
Boys, you must keep the shop clean, not fight, and do exactly what I say. Romero!"
"Yes, Master," Hansum answered, running to his side.
"I'm thinking that you might be able to learn to mount the lenses in their frames."
"I'm sure I could, Master | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Boys, you must keep the shop clean, not fight, and do exactly what I say. Romero!" "Yes, Master," Hansum answered, running to his side. "I'm thinking that you might be able to learn to mount the lenses in their frames." "I'm sure I could, | Master |
Sharma flushed and retorted, 'We will deal with the situation when it arises.' On the surface, Sharma looked calm and controlled. However, Jina knew him well enough to see that he was edgy with excitement and anticipation. Jina saw that Sharma sensed that the time when he would become king of united Kerina was near at ... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Sharma flushed and retorted, 'We will deal with the situation when it arises.' On the surface, Sharma looked calm and controlled. However, Jina knew him well enough to see that he was edgy with excitement and anticipation. Jina saw that Sharma sensed that the time when he wou... | king |
As sincerely as I've ever asked for anything in my life, I want you to do this for me. There's a group I've met that are a lot like me and they're planning to break out and head for Denver later today. I'm going with them."
He paused, and it took every bit of Thomas's resolve to keep quiet. Why would they want to brea... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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As sincerely as I've ever asked for anything in my life, I want you to do this for me. There's a group I've met that are a lot like me and they're planning to break out and head for Denver later today. I'm going with them." He paused, and it took every bit of Thomas's resolve... | Denver |
JULIAN'S fingers had long ago lost all feeling, and the tingling sensation was marching its way down his arm toward his shoulder by the time the snow got heavy enough that the two FBI agents were discussing stopping.
"I think we can make it out of the storm," Zane was saying even as Ty shook his head.
"I'm telling yo... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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JULIAN'S fingers had long ago lost all feeling, and the tingling sensation was marching its way down his arm toward his shoulder by the time the snow got heavy enough that the two FBI agents were discussing stopping. "I think we can make it out of the storm," Zane was saying ... | snow |
cried Sheila, who just landed on top of the building as well.
Both Charlie and the dragon turned to face Sheila. The dragon looked confused.
“Sheila,” responded Charlie.
“So which one of us do you want to blow smoke rings at first?” interrogated Sheila.
Nightwing first turned back to Charlie, who kept ... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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cried Sheila, who just landed on top of the building as well. Both Charlie and the dragon turned to face Sheila. The dragon looked confused. “Sheila,” responded Charlie. “So which one of us do you want to blow smoke rings at first?” interrogated Sheila. Nightwing first turned... | Sheila |
I told no one about any of it, not even my mother, who even through her own grief was more concerned about my wellbeing, than her own.
That was the main reason I didn't cry. I didn't want her to know how badly I was damaged, how haunted and tormented I was. I wanted her to believe that I was strong, that I would be ok | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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I told no one about any of it, not even my mother, who even through her own grief was more concerned about my wellbeing, than her own. That was the main reason I didn't cry. I didn't want her to know how badly I was damaged, how haunted and tormented I was. I wanted her to be... | ok |
When she looked back up at Liz, though, she tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "What's this about? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she croaked. She wasn't hiding anything from her best friend.
"I mean, it's just a dress, Liz. I think it looks great." The look on Victoria's face made it all too clear to Liz that Vict... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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When she looked back up at Liz, though, she tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "What's this about? You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine," she croaked. She wasn't hiding anything from her best friend. "I mean, it's just a dress, Liz. I think it looks great." The look on Victoria's f... | dress |
“I guess this was as an opportune time for Blue to tell you about my old habits.”
“You mean the drugs?”
I nodded. “Yeah, the drugs.”
He moved closer. “Would you be upset if I said I already know everything about you?”
“But I never told you about the drugs | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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“I guess this was as an opportune time for Blue to tell you about my old habits.” “You mean the drugs?” I nodded. “Yeah, the drugs.” He moved closer. “Would you be upset if I said I already know everything about you?” “But I never told you about the | drugs |
They had to go overboard and use a fancy, custom-made miniature version of their house. Now the post leaned sideways like the Tower of Pisa, with red paint from my car all over the white pole. Their mailbox was totaled, the mail scattered on the ground.
Someone called out something, but I was busy imagining Mr. Peterso... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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They had to go overboard and use a fancy, custom-made miniature version of their house. Now the post leaned sideways like the Tower of Pisa, with red paint from my car all over the white pole. Their mailbox was totaled, the mail scattered on the ground. Someone called out som... | mailbox |
Anyone could say anything about that baby, who's gonna say no? Nobody knows nothing except me." That was a real conversation stopper, and it got the attention of almost everyone in the room.
The silence was broken by Karl Bagosian's entrance through the kitchen porch. I was so surprised to see him, I involuntarily sai... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Anyone could say anything about that baby, who's gonna say no? Nobody knows nothing except me." That was a real conversation stopper, and it got the attention of almost everyone in the room. The silence was broken by Karl Bagosian's entrance through the kitchen porch. I was s... | Karl |
Just thinking that Phil was up there with his girl made him see red… Yes, she was his girl and no one else’s… But why had it taken another guy showing up for him to admit it? Melissa was right: he was a cliché.
Phil was apparently staying for more than five minutes, so Scott got out his cell phone and called Tyler to m... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Just thinking that Phil was up there with his girl made him see red… Yes, she was his girl and no one else’s… But why had it taken another guy showing up for him to admit it? Melissa was right: he was a cliché. Phil was apparently staying for more than five minutes, so Scott ... | Scott |
It was your typical fairytale well, a stone circle built around a hole with a pole-lifted wooden roof and a pail hanging from a rope. However, this was no normal well. The waters within twirled, loud and tumultuously. No one drank from this well. No one pulled water from its depths. Only those in desperate emotional pa... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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It was your typical fairytale well, a stone circle built around a hole with a pole-lifted wooden roof and a pail hanging from a rope. However, this was no normal well. The waters within twirled, loud and tumultuously. No one drank from this well. No one pulled water from its ... | well |
Disappointed that the view from below the normal water level offered nothing interesting, he turned to climb back up the slimy stone slope. As he did so, for just an instant, his eyes passed over the far side of the open plaza – one of a dozen in the city – and he saw something he never noticed before. It was a tiny gl... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Disappointed that the view from below the normal water level offered nothing interesting, he turned to climb back up the slimy stone slope. As he did so, for just an instant, his eyes passed over the far side of the open plaza – one of a dozen in the city – and he saw somethi... | building |
He made her feel strong and special with a few words. After feeling guilty for so long, of wondering if she could hold it all together for Kolby, she welcomed the reassurance coursing through her veins as surely as the current underneath her.
Tony slid from his board and ducked under. She watched through the clear sur... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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He made her feel strong and special with a few words. After feeling guilty for so long, of wondering if she could hold it all together for Kolby, she welcomed the reassurance coursing through her veins as surely as the current underneath her. Tony slid from his board and duck... | board |
The thick heavy chains keeping him a prisoner, rattled violently before being flung to the ground. For a fleeting moment Haleton thought he’d been freed. Instead, his feet were glued to the ground preventing him from running.
Particles from the net of light the orb emitted started to make him feel warm. He watched a ro... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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The thick heavy chains keeping him a prisoner, rattled violently before being flung to the ground. For a fleeting moment Haleton thought he’d been freed. Instead, his feet were glued to the ground preventing him from running. Particles from the net of light the orb emitted st... | orb |
We also can’t free Blue ourselves because we’re not Vemreaux.”
Liam looked insulted. “I don’t need money. My dad’s the emperor, remember? I just don’t have a servant on principle, but my family employs a few.
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We also can’t free Blue ourselves because we’re not Vemreaux.” Liam looked insulted. “I don’t need money. My dad’s the emperor, remember? I just don’t have a servant on principle, but my family employs a few. Sam threw his head back. “I’m totally telling Josephine you called ... | servant |
. Yes, yes, your boobies are nice. Settle down.
"How did it go with the Reapers?" I asked.
Saiman glanced at Jim. "Less than satisfactory."
"The Order has a certain interest in the Reapers." Technically that was true. I was an agent of the Order and I had an interest in the Reapers | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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. Yes, yes, your boobies are nice. Settle down. "How did it go with the Reapers?" I asked. Saiman glanced at Jim. "Less than satisfactory." "The Order has a certain interest in the Reapers." Technically that was true. I was an agent of the Order and I had an interest in the | Reapers |
The room went quiet, except for the clink of shot into the bowl, and Spike's grunts of pain. Ella stood up and walked to her grandson, and Myka took her place next to Jordan on the sofa.
"Spike, I'm sorry," Ella said. "I couldn't protect him."
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The room went quiet, except for the clink of shot into the bowl, and Spike's grunts of pain. Ella stood up and walked to her grandson, and Myka took her place next to Jordan on the sofa. "Spike, I'm sorry," Ella said. "I couldn't protect him." Spike turned his head and reache... | Ella |
"We need him alive, so he will not be harmed. We are fitting a silver collar around his neck. I believe that will keep him from shifting. If not, we will have to keep him tranquilized until we can bring him to the Master."
"What will the Master do to him?"
"The real question is what will the cat shifter do to the Mas... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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"We need him alive, so he will not be harmed. We are fitting a silver collar around his neck. I believe that will keep him from shifting. If not, we will have to keep him tranquilized until we can bring him to the Master." "What will the Master do to him?" "The real question ... | Master |
Will placed his hands on the table, leaning on them and looked up. “We need to summon Eva.”
Stubbs leaned forward in his chair, appearing shocked at Will’s words. “We don’t even know when the last time she Scattered was.”
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Will placed his hands on the table, leaning on them and looked up. “We need to summon Eva.” Stubbs leaned forward in his chair, appearing shocked at Will’s words. “We don’t even know when the last time she Scattered was.” “If I’m back, then she is too,” Will said, turning his... | Stubbs |
she screamed, as Joseph grabbed onto her ankle and didn’t let go.
Slowly, he dragged her a couple of feet toward deeper water, before relinquishing his grip. As she scrambled to get away, he momentarily grabbed her other ankle, creating even more panic.
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she screamed, as Joseph grabbed onto her ankle and didn’t let go. Slowly, he dragged her a couple of feet toward deeper water, before relinquishing his grip. As she scrambled to get away, he momentarily grabbed her other ankle, creating even more panic. At about the same time... | panicked |
“What?”
“You look like Antares when he doesn’t get to terrorize some poor defenseless animal.”
Shawna grinned, but didn’t answer.
“So if it’s not that traitor swooning over you with a rose in his mouth, then what is it?”
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“What?” “You look like Antares when he doesn’t get to terrorize some poor defenseless animal.” Shawna grinned, but didn’t answer. “So if it’s not that traitor swooning over you with a rose in his mouth, then what is it?” “He’s not swooning, and he’s not a | traitor |
Kezmin moved closer to her son and looked at him as only a mother can, and spoke, "Something troubles you, Azarias. I can see it more every day. You are not yourself. Perhaps if we could talk . . ."
"Mother, I told you I am fine.” Azarias responded with the slightest bit of irritation in his voice. Then, he thought bet... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Kezmin moved closer to her son and looked at him as only a mother can, and spoke, "Something troubles you, Azarias. I can see it more every day. You are not yourself. Perhaps if we could talk . . ." "Mother, I told you I am fine.” Azarias responded with the slightest bit of i... | Mother |
I don't know how to be a mother and you don't know how to be a father." She pauses as if she just realized something. "We're going to be a total wreck as parents, aren't we?"
"Hey." I cup her cheeks with my hands, forcing her to stare into my eyes. She blinks up at me, looking lost and worried and in desperate need of... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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I don't know how to be a mother and you don't know how to be a father." She pauses as if she just realized something. "We're going to be a total wreck as parents, aren't we?" "Hey." I cup her cheeks with my hands, forcing her to stare into my eyes. She blinks up at me, lookin... | reassurance |
“Do not swear, Cassius,” chided Mr. Gatt. “It’s a sign of a weak mind and an undisciplined tongue.”
Casey looked was taken aback. “Sorry.”
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“Do not swear, Cassius,” chided Mr. Gatt. “It’s a sign of a weak mind and an undisciplined tongue.” Casey looked was taken aback. “Sorry.” "Monson's winning of the Horum Vir scholarship was something of a surprise," continued Mr. Gatt. "The Induction ceremony was canceled bec... | scholarship |
“That’s because you’re an adult, and I’m not. But just you wait, I’ll be taller yet!”
“I know you will. Where’s Daman?”
“He’s inside with Dad. They’re packing up a bag. He has a new magic trick to show you.” Leon laughed as he spoke about his brother; he got a kick out of Daman trying to be a magician | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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“That’s because you’re an adult, and I’m not. But just you wait, I’ll be taller yet!” “I know you will. Where’s Daman?” “He’s inside with Dad. They’re packing up a bag. He has a new magic trick to show you.” Leon laughed as he spoke about his brother; he got a kick out of Dam... | magician |
"Yeah," said the doctor, and grinned again.
Sunny kept surfacing to consciousness, like a float bobbing up and down in the water. At first her awareness was fragmented. She could hear voices in the distance, though she couldn't make out any words, and a soft beeping noise. She was also aware of something in her throat... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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"Yeah," said the doctor, and grinned again. Sunny kept surfacing to consciousness, like a float bobbing up and down in the water. At first her awareness was fragmented. She could hear voices in the distance, though she couldn't make out any words, and a soft beeping noise. Sh... | tube |
“Excuse me, can I have one more cigarette?”, I asked, interrupting his monologue.
“Of course.” He handed me the crumpled pack, and I started to pull out a second cigarette. After a moment, I was sitting back and inhaling the smoke, and he continued his musings.
“For example, if I didn’t use to spend nights reading by... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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“Excuse me, can I have one more cigarette?”, I asked, interrupting his monologue. “Of course.” He handed me the crumpled pack, and I started to pull out a second cigarette. After a moment, I was sitting back and inhaling the smoke, and he continued his musings. “For example, ... | writing |
“Settlements?”
“Small and scattered,” Davenport replied. “The area with the most settlements is in the northern hemisphere, near a chain of mountains that runs through the center of the largest continent.”
“Excellent. Send those coordinates to the pilot. Mr. Freely, plot a descent course that will bring us down in tha... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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“Settlements?” “Small and scattered,” Davenport replied. “The area with the most settlements is in the northern hemisphere, near a chain of mountains that runs through the center of the largest continent.” “Excellent. Send those coordinates to the pilot. Mr. Freely, plot a de... | settlements |
I pulled her towards me and stroked her hair as we cuddled.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and we both froze.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"It's me, daddy." Harry ran into the room and jumped onto the bed and sprawled over the duvet.
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I pulled her towards me and stroked her hair as we cuddled. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and we both froze. "Who is it?" I called out. "It's me, daddy." Harry ran into the room and jumped onto the bed and sprawled over the duvet. "You can't just barge in ... | Harry |
“A pad won’t hide the smell as much.”
“Gross! I don’t smell! And what gives? I just finished my period last week.”
“It’s not a period,” the redhead said. “It’s you coming into season.”
“Coming into—”
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“A pad won’t hide the smell as much.” “Gross! I don’t smell! And what gives? I just finished my period last week.” “It’s not a period,” the redhead said. “It’s you coming into season.” “Coming into—” “You’re in | heat |
He has to fold in on himself, his long, gangly limbs poking out in sharp angles. His arms are starting to turn hard and sinewy, but in this moment he's a child, shaking, cowering almost. Jared is loading the car. Jamie would not show this fear if he were here. Jamie wants to be brave, to be like Jared | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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He has to fold in on himself, his long, gangly limbs poking out in sharp angles. His arms are starting to turn hard and sinewy, but in this moment he's a child, shaking, cowering almost. Jared is loading the car. Jamie would not show this fear if he were here. Jamie wants to ... | Jared |
I felt everyone's eyes on me while I read it."
I take a few breaths, forcing myself to continue. "It was a love letter. A love letter from me that I didn't write. It was made out to Billy. Everyone had a copy. They were all holding them, reading and laughing at all the things they thought I said to Billy | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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I felt everyone's eyes on me while I read it." I take a few breaths, forcing myself to continue. "It was a love letter. A love letter from me that I didn't write. It was made out to Billy. Everyone had a copy. They were all holding them, reading and laughing at all the things... | Billy |
He turned around and saw the camp counselor wave goodbye to a tall black man and a petite, presumably Vietnamese, woman.
Vo Nguyen walked up to the saltwater pools when Ivan was putting away the cleaning equipment.
“I see a big smile on your face. Are you seeing your girlfriend later?” said Vo.
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He turned around and saw the camp counselor wave goodbye to a tall black man and a petite, presumably Vietnamese, woman. Vo Nguyen walked up to the saltwater pools when Ivan was putting away the cleaning equipment. “I see a big smile on your face. Are you seeing your girlfrie... | Ivan |
He sobbed wordlessly, sickened by the searing pain.
At the same time, an unbearable lightness flooded him. Balkind did catch! I'm not dead. I'm not dead! Balkind caught me. 'I'm alive!' He snorted the three syllables. Hawked, spat, and tried again: 'I'm alive | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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He sobbed wordlessly, sickened by the searing pain. At the same time, an unbearable lightness flooded him. Balkind did catch! I'm not dead. I'm not dead! Balkind caught me. 'I'm alive!' He snorted the three syllables. Hawked, spat, and tried again: 'I'm | alive |
She watched her mother's message three more times in the upstairs common room. Marron stayed with her, patting her knee and making soft comforting sounds.
She looked down at the handkerchief wadded in her hand. Her heart ached, like it was ripping inside of her. The pain only seemed to get worse.
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She watched her mother's message three more times in the upstairs common room. Marron stayed with her, patting her knee and making soft comforting sounds. She looked down at the handkerchief wadded in her hand. Her heart ached, like it was ripping inside of her. The pain only... | Marron |
“That a man would want to kiss you? You are a beautiful woman, Your Grace.”
“Rowena,” she whispered, wanting to hear her name on his tongue.
“Rowena.” He did not disappoint. His lips wrapped around her name, his voice making her shiver. “May I tell you a secret, Rowena | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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“That a man would want to kiss you? You are a beautiful woman, Your Grace.” “Rowena,” she whispered, wanting to hear her name on his tongue. “Rowena.” He did not disappoint. His lips wrapped around her name, his voice making her shiver. “May I tell you a secret, | Rowena |
I have half a mind to allow him in, if only to see how far his boldness will go."
If Bridget hadn't still been holding her breath, she might have had the sense to protest. But her mind was hazy, and she was still busy trying to sort out what Francis had said.
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I have half a mind to allow him in, if only to see how far his boldness will go." If Bridget hadn't still been holding her breath, she might have had the sense to protest. But her mind was hazy, and she was still busy trying to sort out what Francis had said. With a predatory... | Francis |
The droning stopped and the large steel doors rolled
open before him, he walked from the elevator and stood
in the corridor, looking left and right for Suite 5C. He
spied an informa-tion board on the wall immediately to
the left of the elevator doors, positioning himself in front
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The droning stopped and the large steel doors rolled open before him, he walked from the elevator and stood in the corridor, looking left and right for Suite 5C. He spied an informa-tion board on the wall immediately to the left of the elevator doors, positioning himself in f... | board |
The water lilies darted past the carriage and stood shoulder to shoulder guarding the portal entrance. “Show them your shield, Angus,” Fane commanded. “Put it up against the window where they can see it.
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The water lilies darted past the carriage and stood shoulder to shoulder guarding the portal entrance. “Show them your shield, Angus,” Fane commanded. “Put it up against the window where they can see it. The shield pulled hard in his hands and Angus fought to keep control of ... | shield |
“Yeah right. Like we’d waste our time with that flea bag.”
I stepped between them and the cat. Scott and I had known each other since elementary school, and if I knew one thing about him, it was how to tell when he was lying. “This is low, even for you, Scott | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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“Yeah right. Like we’d waste our time with that flea bag.” I stepped between them and the cat. Scott and I had known each other since elementary school, and if I knew one thing about him, it was how to tell when he was lying. “This is low, even for you, | Scott |
But her stated assumption that Carrie was married and that it was her husband who was connected to Tom only proved how unworldly she was.
“My son and I went to the gravesite,” Carrie pointedly responded. Since Tommy’s birth, she had considered herself an independent woman, working full-time and taking full responsibili... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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But her stated assumption that Carrie was married and that it was her husband who was connected to Tom only proved how unworldly she was. “My son and I went to the gravesite,” Carrie pointedly responded. Since Tommy’s birth, she had considered herself an independent woman, wo... | Tommy |
Horses whinnied as they heard him approach. He stopped by each stall, patting and stroking sleek coats. His brother, Seth, came out of the tack room.
“I see you got your letter,” he commented.
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Horses whinnied as they heard him approach. He stopped by each stall, patting and stroking sleek coats. His brother, Seth, came out of the tack room. “I see you got your letter,” he commented. Dean nodded. “Jack was all wound up about it. I guess it’s because we don’t get a w... | mail |
Two of the joggers left the track and walked up a few rows where they sat by themselves and stared at the field. They were in their early fifties, tanned and fit with expensive running shoes. "Guy on the right is Blanchard Teague," Paul said, anxious to prove he knew everyone. "Our optometrist. On the left is Jon Couch... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Two of the joggers left the track and walked up a few rows where they sat by themselves and stared at the field. They were in their early fifties, tanned and fit with expensive running shoes. "Guy on the right is Blanchard Teague," Paul said, anxious to prove he knew everyone... | lawyer |
Gripping the loaded pistol firmly in my hand, I run to the light, which now illuminates buildings, similar to the ones in my dream at the wind turbine farm. Cautiously approaching the buildings, I slow to a walk, and my heart races. Wind turbines hum above in the steady breeze.
The light is mounted to a wall, illuminat... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Gripping the loaded pistol firmly in my hand, I run to the light, which now illuminates buildings, similar to the ones in my dream at the wind turbine farm. Cautiously approaching the buildings, I slow to a walk, and my heart races. Wind turbines hum above in the steady breez... | turbines |
I examined it a little more closely, wiping away the remainder of my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. It was a recipe for a Russian cake. I carefully read the instructions. It was something that I had never seen before; a Russian Bird’s Milk Cake. At first glance, it seemed too difficult to attempt to bake. A note wa... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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I examined it a little more closely, wiping away the remainder of my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. It was a recipe for a Russian cake. I carefully read the instructions. It was something that I had never seen before; a Russian Bird’s Milk Cake. At first glance, it seemed... | recipe |
Adam Shaw placed another pack of explosives into the stone cutout in the tunnel. Where to go next? He should have made a map back to the museum lobby; the tunnels were never-ending. Somewhere in the distance, he heard footsteps. He clicked his lantern off.
He receded deeper into the burial chamber that lay just off th... | what comes next | This story got cut short. What comes next?
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Adam Shaw placed another pack of explosives into the stone cutout in the tunnel. Where to go next? He should have made a map back to the museum lobby; the tunnels were never-ending. Somewhere in the distance, he heard footsteps. He clicked his lantern off. He receded deeper i... | tunnel |
After more elbowing and shoving, Sharma caught Jina’s eye and grinned. That ended the charade and they started laughing. Jina never could be angry with Sharma for long. It was always like that and, in spite of everything, it stayed like that for a long, long time until the business with Zaliek.
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After more elbowing and shoving, Sharma caught Jina’s eye and grinned. That ended the charade and they started laughing. Jina never could be angry with Sharma for long. It was always like that and, in spite of everything, it stayed like that for a long, long time until the bu... | whistling |
“Yes, Grandmother, and don’t worry, I won’t forget my water when I go wander.”
Her brothers laughed a little only because the comment was so cute.
“Wonderful my little Wanderer, because I would hate to think of you forgetting an important rule like that.”
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“Yes, Grandmother, and don’t worry, I won’t forget my water when I go wander.” Her brothers laughed a little only because the comment was so cute. “Wonderful my little Wanderer, because I would hate to think of you forgetting an important rule like that.” “I would never forge... | Grandmother |
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